Tekster:
Bubblemath Such Fine Particles Of The Universe

All my senses stumble and sway as they tumble away I don't know where I'm going, what's worth knowing And all of my brain blows out through my nose when

When I'm at home, I watch TV Then I don't get so lonely for my mommy, my mommy Daddy gets home from work so late That's okay 'cause he pays for the cable

She's dreamin' about a steak, it gets her teeth hot Within a minute or two, she's startin' to chew She's coughing up a clot Blood-soaked slices, ripe

Pacing in front of your meek congregation Licking your lips in lofty oration You sharpen your claws, enforcing the laws And the lies of eternal salvation

Peeking through the window of the girl across the street Some slumber-party action down the hall Balancing, bent over, naked, on their hands and feet

Jack is just an average teenage boy Whose father always told him, as he'd smack poor Jack to scold him That a body is a tool, and not a toy "Never touch