Motown’s Got a Wet Woman

Now you’re home with Fido
Sister drag the sun
You live on cows with a vortex
With your index fingers gone
Winter song where the clubs go wrong
You might want summer back
Motown’s got a wet woman for you
In an iron sack

We left Surrey for Malcolm X
We only got a pompadour
Join the standing caravan
Who will defend the core
Break on boo to animate
The pink primeval slime
Brightening up the concrete cage
And celebrate the time
Takes the tongue from thе secret king
Who meltеd chicken fat
Motown’s got a wet woman for you
In an iron sack
Motown’s got a wet woman for you
In an iron sack