Stumpwork
Dry Cleaning
Come here, you little party hat
Let me squeeze you
And do your hair
Don't go over there
Chemical brothers
Fatboy slims
Peach nut
Peach nut
I thought I saw a young couple clinging to a round baby
But it was a bundle of trash and food
Trash and food
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
A ceremonial crawl-through
Designed to keep toads off the roads
Hot head
You know you've been written down in the big book
And on their bin it said: 189 mother
You're just jealous of the star
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Crushed
Doo-doo-doo
I feel your approach
All the hairs on my arm raise up
Because you are wearing a fleece
That has become electrified
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Whatever
Woah, just killed a giant wolf!
Why are you revving?
Are you enjoying yourself?
By doing nothing and staring at the wall?
Busted
What I really love is to not use something to its full capacity
Not full power
Half its potential
Medium
Roman remains
I am not in charge of what I do
The only thing I could think to ask was
Do you like stumpwork?
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo