The Sugarcubes Follow

Meat meat blood blood
Sweat sweat meat meat

I close the door shouldn't burn yet
The wires get hotter, palms are glowing
This is hot meat, metallic blood, this is hot meat
This is open sweat

I'll show you with my fingers, draw with the eye
With your own breath I'll tear your lungs
This is hot meat, this metallic blood, this is hot meat
This is open sweat

This side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling
And crush my bones

This is hot meat, this is metallic blood, this is hot meat

I'll sail out the window, I'll walk down the hedge
I will not finish until I'm fully satisfied
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood, this is hot meat
This is open sweat

Meat meat blood blood
Sweat sweat meat meat