[ Featuring The Puta Madres ]
I know, I don't know you
But don't think I don't know you
I saw you going under
Saved one for me
'Cause I'm all at sea and I don't know if I'm coming or going
There's no thorn, no stalk
There's no poison talk that belongs to me
And I only wanna
Well, I just wanna
Oh, I don't want anything, it means to the world to me
Well, I'm all at sea and I don't know if I'm coming or going
There's no hope, there's no fear
No rent arrears, leave it all to me
If you take it all away
You've got a pile of everything you never even wanted
That's just too bad
You never wanted it so bad
Oh, tell me, where can I go?
To hear the songs I need
I used to go to your room
Open up and bleed
So tell me, where can I go?
To hear the songs I need
You find me in your room
Open up and bleed
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
She sells seashells on the seashore
And he sells e-shells on the dance floor, and
And your mum sells rocks from a telephone box
Don't know if I'm coming or going
