In the Union of WIne Songtext
von The Hidden Cameras

With fangs and red eyes I boast my hairy shrine
The sky stained pure drab as the dad drives
Through the blunder and the cold the cassette survives
Riddle plastic that turns idle to his favourite rhyme
In the union of white
The scene is too good night
The cassette is alive
To pause and to rewind
I tread through his front door
Entangled close in bonds as we lay warm
He slaps my belly to a beat with the meaty groan
We then finish with a feast and a ship of beans
In the union of white
I may be lost but he is mine


To be on top of the herd
The odour of the refined
I wore out his radio
It′s like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find
And the truth that may be told as we piss and roast
The boy is entered on his side as he wonders why
That in the union of white
In my walkman I am fine
Because the cassette is alive
To the porn is too good night
In the union of white
It's neither bold nor even prime
In the union of white
It′s neither bold nor even prime