Mordred

Lo-Cal, Hi-Fiber

Mordred


Lo-Cal, Hi-Fiber
You've got me lying on the ceiling 
My world's turned upside down 
I'm unaccustomed to this feeling 
Better let me loose right now 

Get away from the back of my brain and the front of my heart 
Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part 
Any day with a diligent turn of convenient lies 
You'll go, I'll stay, it'll be better that way 

I'm hanging limp like a weasel 
Which hunts the fine sight of your flesh 
You'll have to walk around 
With my body hanging down 
Or tumble down the stairs 
Meet me at the bottom 

Get away from the back of the brain and the front of my heart 
Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part 
Any day with a diligent turn of convenient lies 
You'll go, I'll stay, it'll be better that way