Does it come in cages? Does it come in threes? Shipping on our time Shipping on our seas
Never the carpet Never the key Art can fail you Not for me to believe
And I won’t be leavin’ And everyone can see There’s a dirty cheque stub I know, I know they’re free
And from all the fuck ups Lies to it’s knees Their heels are burning So eat a piece or three
But I don’t really want to think about those things anymore No I really don’t want to think about those things I really don’t want to think about those things anymore I die when I think about those things
Was it central mavens? Was it making me itch? The kitchen’s, the kitchen’s comes The future, the future creams
And I’ll be sailing But missing the cheese Time this hour So far we’re free
And we’re all connected As anyone can see Get it all connected Know what I mean
And they love the doctors For their shabby knees I was struck from the outside Looking for my fleas
But I don’t really want to think about those things anymore I really don’t want to think about those things I really don’t want to think about those things anymore I die when I think about those things
I really don’t want to think about those things anymore I really don’t want to think about those things I really don’t want to think about those things anymore I die when I think about those things