There's a buoy in my stomach
That wobbles 'round and makes me sick
There's an airplane stuck in my brain
That says to get it's engine checked
There's a thorn bush in my throat
Always breaking up my words
And a parasite inside my hide
That says it was there first
You gotta go go move apart parcels
Gotta sift through your letters be a better fossil
Everyone's made of sandpaper
They shave me down a bit
And their words all full of hollow smoke
Throw my mind into a coughing fit
All this mercury rising in my legs
Makes me prone to a hot head
I got the ocean spilling out my mouth
And i barely know how to swim
Tectonic plate's shifting
Behind my old left shoulder blade
And bike horns always honking
When i got something serious to say
There's a turtle dove like a bandage
That i lean on though not by choice
It's those jitterbugs in my fingers
That know my name and how to use force
They're using force!
Can you bleach my bones?
Factor in the cost, and take out a loan
You gotta go!
