You are burned fingertips
On the outside just bones
And you are salt on my skin
Forever an open wound
You fill the cup
To the rim
Force a smile
And share your wealth
Perennial plastic love for everyone!
Hail to the furthest place,
The bottom
Hail to the madness
Ooo ooo ooo
Grab a hold of my hand
I just want something beautiful I guess
Share the roots
They go deep
Underground
But no one sees
No one sees
Perennial plastic love for everyone!
Hail to the furthest place,
The bottom
Hail to the madness