Foot Ox
Carriers
What lesson were you trying to teach?Was it happiness is always slightly out of reachAnd that I cannot subsist without any sleepOr that I am a whale lying dead on a beachWell I don't think you can practice the bullshit you preachBecause you are a doctor, keep Clorox bleachAnd you'll be dead on my grass by morning pointSome manure to feed the flowers'Cause I am no longer counting hoursThis song is the cap of a bottle of powerthat you can die hoping you will not devourBecause you are not a fucking princess,you are a car with a dead batteryNow that my life is no longer a mess,all of the pieces are falling into place
From Letras Mania