04. PJ Harvey - Naked Cousin

My naked cousin
I see [bad word] 
All over headland
Scared as a chic-chicken

His naked skin fries
Fries in the sun, oh my
My naked cousin can cook
Till he's good, good and done

I hate his smell
And I hate [bad word] 
But most of all I hate
That he looks just, just like me

Skin always melting, fries in the sun
He can cook, cook his brains out
Till they're good and good and
Good and done

 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] 

 [bad word] from burning bushes
 [bad word] from bank of senate
 [bad word] from every thing
That upsets his master plan

And and if he flips
And I am as good as done
My, my naked cousin, I know
He'll just keep, keep [bad word] 

 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] 
 [bad word] naked through the trees
Scared the [bad word] right out of me
Bought my ticket, take my ride
Take me to the sunny side
 [bad word] naked through the trees
Scared the [bad word] right out of me
Bought my ticket, take my ride
Begging all to please, please, please

Please, please, please
Please, please, please
Please, please, please