Cocoa Hooves

Cocoa Hooves - Glass Animals

This old goat with beard of grey

He turns his leather gripped cane
Those times you clapped and called for quiet
They've come to hold you, ain't that nice?
He packs a fat Oom Paul to

Jib and make home-baked perfume
Sips froth from soft warm joe
Snug eiderdown bedclothes

You know you know the way that I

Come on you hermit you never fight back
Why don’t you play with bows and arrows
Why don’t you dance like you’re sick in your mind
Why don’t you set your wings on fire

You slick back that wiry mane a neat tucked slice

Deep trees sleep on the dank lawn and scratch the slate

You finger down that waxen line

Between your breasts that squeaky pain upon each breath

The plumbers left

You know the way that I hide for you

Come on you hermit you never fight back
Why don’t you play with bows and arrows
Why don’t you dance like you’re sick in your mind
Why don’t you set your wings on fire

Come on you hermit why don’t you play nice
Why don't you toy with sex and violence
Why don’t you stare back into my huge eye
Why don’t you set my wings on fire