Spoon Out My Eyeballs
Quelle: Spotify
I would listen to the radio
If I liked songs produced by 40 year olds
In high tech studios in the valley
Give me something that I can tap my toes to
And scream at the top of my lungs
Till it sounded like I've been smoking
From the day that I was born
And you know that I would clap my hands until they're red
And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum
Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs
And my feet would be glued to the floor
My head was high then
Higher than today
It was easy to believe in something
When I didn't know a goddamn thing
I close my eyelids
And wait for the clouds to part
And the sun to shine on me
Do you remember April 17th
When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth
And I said “Oh, God. I need someone to help me."
Keep moving on my feet
It's getting harder, harder to be real
To be real, to be real
To be real, to be real
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