Lyrics

Bigfoot step over me And spare me from embarrassing defeat Numb to the thought existing I'd be ecstatic Would the find complete the puzzle for me? I could be fiction from the entry The entry What do you think you know? I know it's okay now Lay down more stupid rules That only I apply to I'm mad for Medusa But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic And now you know If I call it how I see it I may never call it And your teeth, you talk and talk And I never follow If you repeat what you hear You won't be repeating, be repeating, be repeating Anything to anyone I'm mad for Medusa But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic And now you know Amelia, I may never meet you Maybe the ocean's where you rest Bermuda, I may never see you Just because no one's coming back Along came a spider That crawled inside her Now I think that I'm sick for Christians' sake But frozen with fear of God, the earthquake And now you know I'm mad for Medusa But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic And now you know