If I'm the shell and hey it's easter
Crack me open and watch my yolk
Splutter out into your arms
Or at least it would if you had your arms open

For now I'll watch my yellow pity
Spill onto the spare room floor
And place my a__ in the centre of this cup
I'll watch you aim - shoot

Street lamps have heated my stomach up
Way too much and the night air has
Inflated my head
Way above...
Anything... Else

...Before is that what they said
Is that what they think
Or is that what they all know?
Of course, full of gas so I can fly away

Translucent agenda's and late night hotels
Bedroom floors oh bedroom floors
Toilet bowls my second home

The sun is only talking to me
When my mouth is dry and tied shut
Wrap me up in telephone wires
Disconnect me hormones I'll be right back

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