Album: Worship and Tribute

Two Tabs Of Mescaline

I smell the sound of a growing gash
With pop sensibilities.
K-Q-E-D
It's a tune that equals you.
I feel
Hallelujah I fail,
Bulemia I'm frail.
Hallelujah I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.

And...
This is worship and this is tribute
Am I crumbling, ripping and failing?
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in...
And, and,
You fit in!

K-Q-E-E-E-E-E-E-D
It's a tune that equals you.
I feel
Hallelujah, I fail,
Bulemia, I'm frail.
Hallelujah, I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.

And...
Am I worshipping or am I tributing?
Loving, crumbling, ripping, and failing.
My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
And, and,
I fit in!

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl.

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
It's cool.
Be cool, girl.

Sailor, Sailor
Sailor, Sailor
Sailor Scent
Sailor Sailor Scent Sailor Sailor Sailor Scent.

And...
worship, tribute
crumbling, ripping, and failing
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in...
And, and,
you fit in!

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl.

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
It's cool.
Be cool, girl.

Sailor Scent (x4)

Sailor, Sailor