My soul is dripping, melting into the sea
I feel myself falling
Religion isn't free
Lying beneath the radiant sun
watching the shooting stars flying
From the barrel of my gun
I crossed the ocean like Magellan
for a love that is sweet as watermelon
My mind is baking, on an oven rack
My heart is broken, so is my back
Climbing up a tree like an iguana
I like doing tai chi with your mama
In the summer sleeping in a field
you bow before the king
the jester has to kneel
on the ceiling I have a leaking pipe
Need some silver solder to seal it tight
I put a tape in my VCR
Then I go cruising around in my car
Searching the night looking for some love
Stop at the drug store to buy a rubber glove
when your feeling down
try standing on your head
It won't make you feel better,
but your face will turn beat red
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