Letra Fur mink augurs Bob Mould

Fur mink augurs

I feel the tension of a thousand mittened fingers
(So sorry, baby, watch out for stormy weather)
Beyond sensation, building loudly as it lingers
(Don't worry, maybe you'll stitch us back together)

Manic inside, amphetamine ride
Ego splits into pieces
Dark as a cave, my soul is so frayed
EKG it decreases

I feel the tremble of your nervous aggravation
(Who turned the lights out? Don't step on a broken mirror)
Way more than anxious this vibration leaves me wondering
(We're spinning downward. Did we lose our moral cent?r?)

Empty inside, ketamine rid?
Smoke filled floor of a disco
Chemical taste, a gallon of waste
Good times everywhere we go

Bottle of wine, neighbor so fine
Let’s just call it a bromance
Scorn and the shame, a bushel of blame
Oxcart everywhere we go

I lose my grip, I lose the wheel, I lose the center line
I’m slipping deeper, tripping feet, ripping inside

Is it crazy, is it frost, is it winter?
Is it crazy, is it frost, is it winter?

Last chance, last dance, the last gasp of winter
Deep freeze, lungs wheeze, final breath of winter

Where is my fleet of fur mink augurs?
I need my fleet of fur mink augurs!