My Book Lyrics

Cleave my hands off brother.
Please don't tell my mother.
What is this kiss and tell?
The stumps, they suit me well.
Shave my head now, darlin.
Fat, still slowly starving.
What is this kiss and tell?
The skin, it suits me well.
The binding is sure the lines should be swifter moves.
Darlin i'm sure there have been swifter moves.