Sore Loser

Lyrics

Summer turned ahead of green Simples came wicked for this head of lettuce - Camouflage condom Wig on his head belly o' greed - Slick wax floors before the door at the bottom of the slide Walls turn to a point - slipping on the glass eye As the lid blinks over this crushed lens - Like the day that the lid closed the sky above your head - Bleeding all over the maid but she's made to be fast but it won't last Like the day that the lid closed the sky above your head - We all bleed the same - (he can't make the difference in days they all bleed into the same) - He's here now he might as well stay he plays The game well he's not a sore loser - He says sore losers are out before they Even get up to swing - but he can't even get up with that belly o' greed - Belly like a whale - but he's gonna get it one way or another and if he can't find it... What is it that we suffer - is it in your head - like The day that the lid closed the sky above your head - he gets closer every time