I am the singing toon I put a nail through my hand and I swallowed my tongue silhouette in, silhouette out there is nothing new under sun
standing in the graveyard with an open head you get nothing done for me
Standing on the graveyard's side with an open heart you get nothing done for me
'cause I'm in hundred thousand pieces
the big mistake with the charms the morning pupils are alarmed I keep hanging onto some favors blended in my belly for you to move like the drag queens and stallions
too many colors revealed too many colors we've seen and i've swallowed my tongue silhouette in, silhouette out