Lyrics

You must feel like
You’re holding me by a hair
Jerk I’ll snap, jerk I’ll snap
But you’ve got me
By a fistful

Sulphur, rubber, holy water
Sulphur, rubber, holy water

Like a fly sucking on the street
Puddle-mad heartbeat
Sagging jowls backlit
Don’t you want to fuck it

One-step, two-step
Mow these med scrips
Wait! There’s a tax on that
Too late you’ve gotta record now

Lie down
Let your mind’s eye cloud
I’ve got no fight now
Jump-start this Cadillac
I’ve got no bite now

Meal shakes twice a day
Cobra soaked in whiskey
Cures lumbago, rheumatism
Sweat of limbs and overthinking

Rope worms, narcissism
Chronic accismus, thin skin
Idle hands, it will make you
Look like you’re 17 again
And think like you’re a dying man

Every bird wakes him
On account of the stomach
Which does not grind
On account of the future is dirt

Sulphur, rubber, holy water
Sulphur, rubber, holy water

One tick
Two ticks
Three ticks

You must feel like
You’re holding me by a hair
Jerk I’ll snap, jerk I’ll snap
But you’ve got me
By a fistful

Every bird wakes him
Soft voices depress him