Broken cones I hide and hang my eyes I make my last move in the violent skies I'm horny, hungry, hopeful for your hand A plastic bag's no suitcase for my mind
[Chorus] Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us Turning your hearts to mush I was happy when I scored Straight off the backboard into the bin that day
Take a moment, take two days, take years Indifference is a virtue 'mongst your peers So happy, healthy, humble as we speak The streets are filled with ordinary peeps But the