Gobstopper (Live at Sessions at 33) Video (MV)

I was right, right, right
Something wrong with my tongue
The vanish dug holes in the faces around me
Did I give them names and clothes to wear?
That's so delulu of me

They were just make-pretend
Whatever's missing was never there
My dawgs and dames,
You're on the back of all milk cartons

I think this world is a type of candy
That refuses to make playground with my throat
And though all eight of my eyes are approved by the Lord, I can't believe someone out there let me grow

With this bag of wind I'm sure the fun just never ends
But lately everything's got a hint of peppermint
Be my friend, I'll give you anything for Christmas

On and on about the taste of way back then
Would you like to hear me review this candy to you? It refuses to slide

My friends pretend that they can't see me anymore
I might be cursed, surely a move being played by witches
I might be cursed, surely a move being played by witches