Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get passed off through my bird lips as good news
Still we can find our love down from behind
Down far behind this fabulous my turn rules

Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs then blues
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get passed off through my bird lips as good news
You'll have the hardest black and dullest knife
We hanged your pass and start being as you

Still being cried and laughed at before
Still being cried and laughed at before
Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying

And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying

He'll have the hardest black and dullest ignite
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me
We hanged your pass and star being as you
Still being cried and laughed at before

Still being cried and laughed at from behind me
Still being cried and laughed at before

Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me
Hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque for key