your tail was striped with linen and salt
I count the moments where I understood

conceive
this new melody of hyper-action, dis-connection

make it to the moon
and tell me then

Ouaohs your stomach-ache-oh

Killing the top of the ratio

filter fil-te-r f-i-l-t-er that catttttttterpillar!

take me take me take me take me take me take me out
to the ball game
take me take me take me take me out
to the seaside

t-t-t-taaa ta ta tam tam du bum bum

ouahosyourstomach-ache-oh!