Taste the Floor

It's too cool

To get something done

Too many things move fast

I can't quite get a grip at last

And how the sun don't shine

And all the stars don't shine

And all the walls fall down

And all the fish get drowned

Here it comes

Can't you hear the sound of it?

Just like a big brass drum

And some cunt's always scratching it

Just like a voice is pain

Just like the taste is pain

I wish that I could fly

You have to learn to fly

She's singing to herself

As she's singing in herself

As she walks right up to you

And she walks all over you

Don't turn off

I don't expect, I just accept

I'm happy in my box

You got to see the box upstairs

And the sun don't shine

And all the stars don't shine

And all the walls fall down

And all the fish get drowned

She's singing to herself

As she's singing in herself

As she walks right up to you

And she walks all over you