Текст песни
You must feel like
You're holding me by a hair
Jerk I'll snap, jerk I'll snap
But you've got me
By a fistful
Sulphur, rubber, holy water
Sulphur, rubber, holy water
Like a fly sucking on the street
Puddle-mad heartbeat
Sagging jowls backlit
Don't you want to fuck it
One-step, two-step
Mow these med scrips
Wait! There's a tax on that
Too late you've gotta record now
Lie down
Let your mind's eye cloud
I've got no fight now
Jump-start this Cadillac
I've got no bite now
Meal shakes twice a day
Cobra soaked in whiskey
Cures lumbago, rheumatism
Sweat of limbs and overthinking
Rope worms, narcissism
Chronic accismus, thin skin
Idle hands, it will make you
Look like you're 17 again
And think like you're a dying man
Every bird wakes him
On account of the stomach
Which does not grind
On account of the future is dirt
Sulphur, rubber, holy water
Sulphur, rubber, holy water
One tick
Two ticks
Three ticks
You must feel like
You're holding me by a hair
Jerk I'll snap, jerk I'll snap
But you've got me
By a fistful