Letra de Marijuana’s A Working Woman
In the sensory overload chamber Massage the android until it turns on Die once every three minutes Something to look forward to throughout your day When people ask me my gender I just tell them brunette Oh their brains are on peroxide Phony pride speaks only when it should've criedNaifs in decay return into TV Depression stunned celebs Who are suborning people who need people to get in your face Catalog a new low and England is rife with lurchersA jasmine chorus of mountain cur She loves her Bowie-eyed bat faced girl The shadow's attempt on my life Autumn breaks it's back for new hauntings We saw the White Witch of GlenwoodThen got high and watched ourselves as re-runs In lemon-tinted glass fans curb Auto-cleft musicians to play together Pages of sound arc Andalusian raga The bloated influencer in repose In the part of the brain that karma allows Anyone perfect to be chicMaybe we should fight It always seems to make everything better Maybe we should fight Maybe we should fight Maybe we should fight It always seems to make everything betterMaybe we should fight Maybe we should fight Maybe we should fight It always seems to make everything betterMaybe we should fight Maybe we should fight Maybe we should fight It always seems to make everything betterMaybe we should fight Maybe we should fight Maybe we should fight It always seems to make everything betterMaybe Maybe we should fight It always seems to make everything better MaybeForget your mind it's not going anywhere Or it's going everywhere, which amounts to the same thingGraveyard pinhead straddled ghouled Tears of worm for somber tuft slitherer of eternal bate Withholding naked calf brunette drowning partner Itself's forehead blood hiding the left hand to hovering Mischief's single dimension mis-cast imitatorDance, tell a joke Worsen the moodListen to meThe ultimate purpose of white magic Is to make my face gleam with seven rays of ice Cape heaps birds of no paradise in Ganzfeld experiments Feeding hours fulminate evil serotonin uptake inhibitors It's a good night to cry, I don't have any tears left It's a good night to cry, I don't have any tears left It's a fine night to cryDepression eels committing thought crimes How does it feel to be a bust?