Paroles: Rogue Wave. Descended Like Vultures. Catform.

Legless, with the powerder puff
you?ve got light, still cannot read
and the mattress is two bored-out eyes
supposed to be a lightening bolt
but as I lie in bed
it?s been middle class
middle thoughts, middle as C

tantric forms of intercourse
no divorce, drunk as a horse
and the waitress is the only one
who can speak and say what she means
as I lie awake
it?s been Camelot
I can a lot, it?s kennel and key

as she?s waiting
stroking my hair
choking places
stroking my tie

princes with the dollar eyes
morning fries and light-up TV
and advances in the sweater vest
picking homes, picking out cheese
as i lie to them
second wallabee
second son
what happened to me

(Thanks to Jen for these lyrics)