There are stars in your eyes
From the beer drink to stabilize
The beer you drink to movilize
Raise yourself from denys
Demize but from your birds i knew
How can you say anything new?
I'd fish now upon die i'm so tired of you
I'd fish now upon die i'm so tired of you
I'd fish now upon die i'm so tired of you

'Cause one i can't stand
The way you think you're somewhere
Two i can't stand
The way you think i'm nowhere
Three i can't stand
The "where i go?" glare
More that you get for and
Always unexact you think you're up there
More that you get for and
Always unexact you think you're up there
More that you get for and
Always unexact you think you're up there

I love your words are very well spent
I keep track of them to document
On the little ways on which i over
I overspent myself but
Up there is a wealth who fight bives
Street attics to be there reclined
And sigh must decide myself to
Leaving you behind, you are
Such a stiff sour lemon rind

Such a stiff sour lemon rind
Such a stiff sour lemon rind
Such a stiff sour lemon rind
Such a stiff sour lemon rind
Such a stiff sour lemon rind
Such a stiff sour lemon rind
Such a stiff sour lemon rind

Rind, rind, rind
Rind, rind, rind
Rind

"Have you painted that room butter yellow yet?
It's my favourite colour, butter yellow"