four little white teeth sitting on my lap
three bony freudians filling up the gap
two dead men dining in my bedroom
I killed one - now there’s two
hangman gangman clayman dead man
in my navel in my cave
in my womb in my tomb
in my room in my room
in my bed in my head
my heart’s still pumping!
I’ve got no heart I forgot!
look my heart’s still pumping!
I’ve got no heart! I forgot!
heart piss pump red cry red snow
she shouted stop stop but I shouted more
one skinny dead man lying with no shoes
I killed one - now there’s two
one fake gardener levitating by
and
twelve brooding chest inspectors cannot tell me why
two tepid dead men talk in my room
I killed two - and now there’s two
hangman gangman clayman dead man
in my navel in my cave
in my womb in my tomb
in my room in my room
in my bed in my head
my heart’s still pumping!
I’ve got no heart I forgot!
look my heart’s still pumping!
I’ve got no heart! I forgot!
