Consuela's Newt

Consuela ripped to pieces
This devil's jury hand
With you sat there in your cold sweat palm
And your pigswill contraband

As armies gather up their rage
She waves them all aside
Lay down in your mother's arms
Consuela's boy did cry

I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die

Wind, it hit the walls
You're making me a man
The useless sucking from my breast
And pigswill contraband

Little man, get off your knees
And wringing the hands of rye
There's galaxies and universe
And mountains yet to climb

I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die

Stolen newt, broken tails
Worn down with overuse
Your brain is all in greatness
So Consuela means of choose

Little man, get off your knees
And wringing the hands of rye
There's galaxies and universe
And mountains yet to climb

I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die

I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die