All right, I can admit it now
I was a screaming and lying stone operation
Who searched his way through car parts
Afraid to be recognized by a spoon
Birds with empty refrigerators heated up the
Children's chair sweat
There was no chance to drive the table without
A blue sock, 'cause my mistakes rolled down above
The forest of investigation
As soon as I heard my neighbor bend his arm
With a submarine, the milk was hot and dangerous
Like a bed
Nobody understands how wipe washers can breathe cows
Farting magazines are wading in waxed scarecrows
Falling flesh punched me in my bath suit look alike neck
Which controls universe with an iron grip of umbrellas
I'm wiping away some mirrors from the snakes
Without drinking any bus stations
Sorry, I'm in love with a door