You say sleep
I need to eat
I judge a butcher, by by his teeth
I walk around on 40 feet
I pray my soul is clean and neat
You say breed, I need to bleed
I break up on an Ibsen sleeve
And when I go, the dollhouse weeps
I pray my soul, I pray my soul
I wack a mole, I took a toll, like 89 I lick the bowl
I wack a mole, I took control, like olden days, I lick the bowl
And you don't know...
