Sycamore Smith - The Windy, Windy Night lyrics

The wild dog fetches grenades The drunken wraith wretches & fades A schoolgirl twirls in the wheat field Until a combine catches her braids The princess picks nits off her lace And gives her wrist a little spritz of mace Cupid's so low that he loads up a bow And he shoots himself full in the face My mother was a half-wit who*e She left me at her own front door My father was a deacon who would often wake up reekin' Of the sins he had condemned the day before If I hear you've been romancing Miss Ruth I'm gonna cut you with a cancerous tooth But first I'll hitch you up to a hell-b**h nag And let her drag you half the way to Duluth If I catch you trying to make Miss Trish I'm gonna drop you in the lake, ker-splish But first I'll lash bricks to your hands and your knees So you can crawl into bed with the fish The mentalist straightens his spine While his Rubenesque apprentice bends his mind The two of them ride through the windy, windy night On a levitated elevated line Now I'm off to meet a marvelous wench I found her name & number carved in a bench I wouldn't mind at all if you're hot to join the ball But if you're not, please pardon my French...