Oh I feel it, I feel it, I feel so low
Reaction sees itself in burning blazing gold
Wooden in the collars on the borders where the boyfriends all sink low
And all my hands can do
Is fold themselves in the valleys
In the corners in the ceilings over you
Oh in the kitchen, in the kitchen where my Beatrice spreads her glow
Reaction sets itself to ding when I run home
Oh where's the keeper, where's the keeper of the full-time, daytime sleeper?
And all my hands arrest
Their frozen song their claw their paw upon my blessed breast
So cry and whine
While guest speakers sink into brine
And I'm a send-up of a hollowed tradition true
So honor thy friends, they are just bends
In the slapstick tradition their loyalty bends
Under the shadow of a hollowed empire's tomb
Oh I feel it, I feel it, I feel so low
Reaction sees itself in burning blazing gold
Wooden in the collars on the borders where the boyfriends all sink low
And all my hands can do
Is fold themselves in the valleys
In the corners in the ceilings over you
Oh in the kitchen, in the kitchen where my Beatrice spreads her glow
Reaction sets itself to ding when I run home
Oh where's the keeper, where's the keeper of the full-time, daytime sleeper?
And all my hands arrest
Their frozen song, their claw, their paw upon my blessed breast
So cry and whine
Whilst guest speakers sink into brine
Well I'm a send-up of a hollowed tradition true
So honor thy friends, they are just bends
In the slapstick tradition their loyalty bends
Under the shadow of a hollowed empire's tomb
Oh, eat your Russian berries
Eat them in the monastery
And it's all I can do
Oh, eat your Russian berries
Eat them in the monastery
And it's all that I can do
Until it's all that can I do
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
You better hold tight because even cancer needs a home
