Bugs laying by my window, soaking up all my sun
Jesus said that they can help me, I don't know if he's right
Do you think they can heal me?
I really hope that they do
Send me a card from Philly
Tell me that you love me on the phone
I'll stay in bed for two weeks now, if you think that I should
How am I gonna get my money? How am I gonna get that marimba?
A glorified sad little mummy
Come and tear a hole in my stomach
I'll be your favorite scarecrow, hang me up in the yard
Sit inside with your coffee and watch the birds have at me
Guess I'm their favorite dinner
Come and tear a hole in my stomach
Covid tore a hole in my stomach
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