The Sugarcubes Album

Björk
I close the door,
Shouldn't burn yet,
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing.

Björk
This is hot meat metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Björk
Show you with my fingers,
Draw with the eye,
With your own breath,
I tear your lungs

Björk
Here is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Einar
Out this side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling and crush my bones.

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

Björk
I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the henge
I will not finish
Till I'm fully satisfied.

Björk
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Björk
I close the door,
Shouldn't burn yet,
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing.

Björk
This is hot meat metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Björk
Show you with my fingers,
Draw with the eye,
With your own breath,
I tear your lungs

Björk
Here is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Einar
Out this side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling and crush my bones.

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

Björk
I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the henge
I will not finish
Till I'm fully satisfied.

Björk
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old

Threads worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
Ohhh...

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She scratches his beard

She's painting huge books
And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohhh...

Today is a birthday
They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sews a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...

They're smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of... flowers

Tam, tam, tam-a-tam-a-tam...

Björk
Heeeeeeee how!
He how!
He how!

Einar
One person calls someone
To pour the water,
because it takes two to pour the water,

Björk
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.

Einar
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.

Einar
One plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick,

Björk
One plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick,
Becomes a priest at least, a delicious demon.

Einar
Least, a delicious demon.

Björk
Delicious demon, delicious demon,
Delicious demon, delicious demon

Björk
Two men need one money
But one money needs no man,
One is on ones knees, loses ones head,
Except maybe a delicious demon.

Einar
Two men need one money
But one money needs no man,

Einar and Björk
One is on ones knees, loses ones head,
Except maybe a delicious demon.
Then one is no longer, then one is no longer

Björk
No longer!
Delicious demon, oh, delicious demon,
Oh delicious, delicious demon...
So delicious!

Björk
I close the door,
Shouldn't burn yet,
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing.

Björk
This is hot meat metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Björk
Show you with my fingers,
Draw with the eye,
With your own breath,
I tear your lungs

Björk
Here is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Einar
Out this side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling and crush my bones.

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

Björk
I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the henge
I will not finish
Till I'm fully satisfied.

Björk
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.