Lyrics:

Into the casm gaping weMirrors multy reflecting thisBetween spunk stained sheetAnd odourous whimCalme eye-flick-shudder withinAssist me to walk away in sinWhere is the string that Theseus laidFind me out this labyrinth place.I do get bored, I get boredIn the flat field.I get bored, I do get boredIn the flat fieldYin and yang lumber punchGo taste a tart, then eat my lunchAnd force my slender thin and leanIn this solemn place of fill wetting dreamsOf black matted lace of pregnant cowsAs life maps out onto my browThe card is lowered in index turnInto my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn.I do get bored, I get boredIn the flat field.I get bored, I do get boredIn the flat fieldLet me catch the slit of lightFor a maidens sakeOn a maiden flightIn the flat field I do get boredReplace with Piccadilly whoresIn my yearn for some cerebral fixTransfer me to that solid plainHammer me into blazen painMoulding shapes no shame to wasteMoulding shapes no shame to wasteAnd drag me there with deafening haste.
Bauhaus In The Flat Field