You, and your tricks and your toys Running with your bad ideas Like scissors You, and your kicks and your ploys To see what messes you could create for your gallerias.
Feed me ******* Smoke me down Pour me champagne Evaporate this town
You're a liar But I need you in my marrow... Yes, now, the notes are gettin' higher The hallways narrow
As my brain gets brighter Eyes get wider Life gets lighter As I sip sweet cider
I'll look up longer Still connected to Earth's core Body to mind, stronger Watching beauty, on it's hinges swing the door
Leaves drip like tears from trees As the clouds paint the sky But still life is full of idiosyncrasies And you still told too many lies