Cocoa Hooves - Glass Animals

This old goat with beard of grey

He turns his leather gripped cane

Those times you clapped and called for quiet

They've come to hold you ain't that nice

He packs a fat oom paul to

Jib and make home baked perfume

Sips froth from soft warm joe

Snug eiderdown bedclothes

You know you know the way that I

Come on you hermit

You never fight back

Why don't you play with bows and arrows

Why don't you dance like

You're sick in your mind

Why don't you set your wings on fire

You slick back that wiry mane

A neat tucked slice

Deep trees sleep on the dank lawn

And scratch the slate

You finger down that waxen line

Between your breasts

A squeaky pain upon each breath

The plumbers left

You know the way that I feel

Come on you hermit

You never fight back

Why don't you play with bows and arrows

Why don't you dance like

You're sick in your mind

Why don't you set your wings on fire

Come on you hermit

Why don't you play nice

Why don't you toy with sex and violence

Why don't you stare back

Into my huge eye

Why don't you set my wings on fire