Paroles: Junior Varsity. Wide Eyed. Mad For Medusa.

Bigfoot step over me
Spare me from embarrassing defeat
Numb to the thought existing

I'd be ecstatic
Would the find complete the puzzle for me
I could be fiction from the entry, the entry

What do you think you know?
I know it's okay now
Lay down more stupid rules
That only, I apply to

I'm made for Medusa
Hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic
And now you know

If I call it how I see it
I may never call it
And your teeth they talk and talk
And I never follow

If you repeat what you here
You won't be repeating
Be repeating, be repeating
Anything to anyone

I'm mad for Medusa
But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic
And now you know

Amelia, I may never meet you
Maybe the oceans where you rest
Bermuda, I may never see you

Just because no one's comin' back
Along came a spider
That crawled inside her, now I think I'm

I'm sick for Christian's sake
But frozen with fear of God, the earthquake
And now you know

I'm mad for Medusa
But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic
And now you know