Do You Feel 9?

The half-cat boy

Is making ploys

With fifteen toys

Predators are coming hailing from rainbows

Number nine is swollen, chasing echoes all around

Saxophones wailed, pervading the air

Here and there, oddball nine is so juvenile

Cubism, citizens, a fly in the milk

Looking at the blue spine but we'll never know why

I'm feeling fine but you're feel insane

The garrulous number nine is not just a whim

We're rubber-pranksters searching for water

The toad will turn blue later, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

We're not losing streaks, so fresh, we're jelly freaks

Nothing and no one is real, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Are you okay?

Are you all right?

Do you feel fine?

Do you feel fine?

Are you okay?

Are you all night?

Do you feel nine?

Do you, do you feel nine?

Do you, do you feel nine?

Do you, do you feel nine?

Do you, do you feel nine?

Finally number nine is in my mind

Printed on Polaroids, easy to find

Odysseys, boundaries surrounded by the paranoids

Number nine is slowly fading away

Surrealism, we feel cubism

Going in and out from the gum, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

We run with the Chinese man who looks at the blue spine

We'll never, never know why, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Are you okay?

Are you all right?

Do you feel fine?

Do you feel fine?

Are you okay?

Are you on sight?

Do you feel sane?

Do you, do you feel sane?

Do you, do you feel nine?

Do you, do you feel dane?

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

I am alone but I feel safe, this is my home

This is my home, this is my home

This is my home

This is my home

This is my home

This is my home

This is my home

This is my home

This is my home

This is my home

This is my home