Peacock Suit

I've got a grapefruit matter

It's as sour as shit

I have no solutions

Better get used to it



I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit



I'm Narcissus in a puddle

In shop windows I gloat

Like a ball of fleece lining

In my camel skin coat



I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit

Did you think I should



Nemesis in a muddle

In a mirror I look

Like a streak of sheet lightnin'

In my rattleskin shoes



I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit

Did you think I should