I'm an octopus at the bottom of the sea And somebody cut off all my arms I used to have eight big fleshy arms with an indeterminate multitude of suckers And I would coil them around rocks and fish and ***** And bring them in close to me But some ******* diver cut off all my arms And now I'm just the floating head of an octopus Bouncing across the bottom of the sea
Arms grow back very slowly And it's strange because it took a lifetime to grow the originals And it's scary because you get so used to just bouncing around after a while That you're not sure you really want new arms And your'e not sure if you can trust them And when you finally stop bouncing around All your arms will be good for is to be a nice pillow For you to rest on top of in a hole in the sand