Little pistils with terrific tension Tiger jaws hang in perfect suspension Rammed earth with loving intent Thank God for this dirty equipment A royal highness and a mother of thousands A desert spoon to feed the badlands Eagle claws land on golden barrels Black fingers firmly grasp the cold spells Queen of the night or a horse crippler Are you a spiller or a filler? Sun, I'm a thriller Stemmed from deep-rooted issues Grand gestures and a flaming iris Hypnotizing careen of the crop I told my family but I just can't stop Young man, you are out of your depth Cut and thrust the wheat from the chaff Unbathed in the afterglow It's time to rise but God says no Lay it down on a substrate Kiss me over the garden gate, because Sun, I'm a thriller ♪ Queen of the night or a horse crippler Are you a spiller? You're a filler You're tall, you won't fall So let's sprawl Sun, I'm a thriller