Bodygetta

Lyrics

I've seen biblical men Crumble in a digital wind A decomposing myth That choked on tiny microchips They said it's privilege I say it's primitive We're the coat check Of the gods and galaxy heads I've gotten a delicate gift Wrapped in time but slightly ripped I've seen black cocaine Churning a neon brain Golden grenades Tossed in ghettos to the waste An electric hurricane Has flooded everything Turned the seas lame Turned it's sailors just the same And I've gotten a terrible itch My garden's growing glass and brick