Bill Bailey - Oblivion | Текст песни

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Sometimes I like to put my hand in hot soup
Press my eye into a hoola hoop
Turn my back on the human race
Smash some flapjack (?!) into my face
I see you, your skin is pale
Your lip ring glitters beneath your veil
I stable my tongue to catch your eye
Kneeled on my knee but you passed me by

I press my face against the hot milk steamer
I slash myself with the lid of a hot pipe creamer
I press my hand into the slushee whirrer
I stab myself in the leg with a sharpened coffee stirrer
The only way, the only way that you will see me
Is if I cut myself
And bleed on your panini
I bleed on your panini

You're so cold, you're so cold, you're getting colder
If you were a DVD your region would be polar
You strip my mind like a penny in some cola
You bleed me out, bleed me out like ebola
Bleed me out, bleed me out like ebola

I BLEED ON YOUR PANINI
I BLEED

I stole some pins from the noticeboard
I pressed them into my hand and they spelled why
Why
Why did they spell why?
Because there weren't enough pins for oblivion
Oblivion

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