Groping, gangly, unweave at your sleeve, fit your pasty face And keep banging that fork on that plate, keep spitting down my spiral staircase Your neckline is all mine, your jaw line, your lifeline has shortened some And it’s all mine, and it’s all mine, good god almighty look what you’ve done
So sing a song for me Sing for the perfect vaccine Sing for the cold and flu And I will sing the song with you Sing a song for me Sing so doctors count their sheep We will pin a medal on their chest We will pin the bastard good and deep
‘Cause when you know too much Aren’t you able-bodied, dear I think you know too much But the mind knows what the mouth wants I think I said too much We’re all able-bodied here I think you said too much But the mind knows what the mouth wants Don’t make a peep, we know where you sleep
Patience, my pet, the beast will lie and the ghost will flirt We’re blanking on your bemoaning, the most important part of your body is the one that currently hurts
So sing a song for me Sing for rotten apple trees Sing for the bootless seeds Falling out like they’re baby teeth Sing a song for me Sing, you vicious bastard, sing Sing for the ghost you keep We’re coming for you in your sleep
‘Cause when you know too much Aren’t you able-bodied, dear I think you know too much But the mind knows what the mouth wants I think I said too much We’re all able-bodied here I think you said too much But the mind knows what the mouth wants What do you want?
Sing strong knees, clean kidneys Sing for sharp eyes Let’s organize before they rise