You think i have a question to ask,
just by the look of my alien face,
the drone of my whaling voice,
the redness of my tiny ears.
Well maybe i do but im to scared to say and its not for now
its for next year.
You think i saw something earlier just by the curl of my gingers,
the way my hair stands on end,
maybe by the way a shiver ran down my spine,
but i tell you this, if you got nothing then i got nothing to hide,
only you can turn this tide.
What was it that i heard,
well i dont know so what do you prefer,
the wax on my shoulders,
the perky nipples of a child or
the eyes of a heroin addict going wild,
whatever it is, ive seen it, you wanna see it again,
you aint no friend.
