Magic Dirt - Babycakes Lyrics

If I open my mouth and I don't deliver

It's a big dead when I know

It's my only fissure

Little mind, small deal,

You are paling like a cracking jug

And I only die because I am feeling so

wired,

Thank you for the joke, I have no money

for it

You fool, you fool, you blew it, when the

Lie turns to proof,

Is the issue big enough, so that everybody

Hears it when you call it off

Babycakes you always freeze me up

Micha Micha Micha oh my Micha

This was all she could say

The unfortunate child sat in swathe of

milky white bandages

And stared and stared and stared at the

Ceiling