these metal heads
the market research
they池e so fond of that
those beady eyes
the velvet tea cups
the arms on the maps

I値l never know just what I知 doing
I値l never know what is it
I never know what is wrong with you, you know
it feels so bad

the foreign films
the skin and matter
the thoughts on the shelf
the level head
the endless shovel
the fat on the lap

I値l never know just what I知 doing
I値l never know what is it
I never know what is wrong with you,
you know it feels so bad

You know it feel so bad
yet it seems so right
you point out every mistake and complain every night

I値l never know just what I知 screwing
I値l never know what is it
I never know what is wrong with you, you know
it feels so bad

You know it feel so bad
yet it seems so right
you point out every mistake and complain every night