The harpy was the tops
Who's hair contained some red
Thin white skeleton
Just too good in bed
He-mother from the circus
Put her on junior show time
Her father was much worse
I can't put why in this line
And in the little village
She was without malice
She left the moors behind her
And the beige heather
Packed her placky bag
With blocks of brown cannabis
Ascend harpy
Sing harpy
She took a lousy Wednesday
Turned it into cold spring
She got taller by the minute
She could sell you anything
Ascend harpy
Descend harpy
Sing harpy
And the morning after
I was quite astonished
She gripped me like a hawk
Her talons where quite famished
Send me harpy
credits
from Original Words,
released March 13, 2012
Arranged and performed by ¡FLIST!
Vocals recorded by Vergil Sharkya'
Written by Mark E. Smith and Martin Beddington
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