Lyrics

These days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasm These days your jism lines all the windows in your kitchen I found my heaven stocked in a medical waiting room Each patient plastered, sleeveless and leaving before they're called I know you're searching for something less psychological Those days are gone so long oh well son of a gun Was tired, weak and frail in the belly of your whale We tried suction speak in a vacuum with a leak Get out my guide and on the way I find the best places to stay Waking on the east-bound side and easy feeling overly west Wasting all our time under the gun of ambiguity again These days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasm These days your wisdom lines all the windows in your kitchen I found my heaven stocked in a mating room wedical I know you're searching for something less psychological