Pink man, pink man, I shall ride you out You will heal, pink wheel, I shall ride you out And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good love Almost a joker With your head down in the pit bin Keep on diggin' Pig state on your fat chin Why do you have to fight? Down in the pit man You're nearly in love You're nearly in love But you're in the crowd First up, red bird, I shall ride you out You fucked her whole head I shall ride you out You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good love Almost worth the coping You like the feel of steel You've got stuff with a hat pin You've got fear with a handgun You're nearly in love You're nearly in love But you're in the crowd Red bird, I shall ride you out You fucked her whole head I shall ride you out You're nearly in love You're nearly in love But you're in the crowd You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love Hey you white house I shall ride you out You house brown town mouse I shall ride you out You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tramps look her feet I know you feel like you're lost You've got to stand the evil tide And keep it on the inside You're nearly a real treat But you're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love You're nearly in love