Slip soft that serpintine

And live life off of our knees

Saw tooths and hate

Can edge away ape-man dignity

She said...

"You better leave with what you have

Because when the big one hits 'subtract'

Your no prize like me,

Young bodies always heal quickly"

Stacked bones by the furnace steams

A neatly places homecoming queen

Your lumpish inate is the figure eight

It's a bit of me and I feel

Anything can happen

Anything can happen

Anything can happen

Anything can go wrong

Soulder me like a wire that breathes

Your carbon copy fibre optic plea

Why should we communicate with sans technology?

Your no prize like me

Young bodies always heal quickly