This is a song about "Lark bowland"

Cos we can't know to lark so we can't be judging

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock