Spore Lotion - Mayombo

I'm looking down the hole you're looking up at me You're cold and tired, that is easy to see Lower the rope to you, a bucket and a light Your membrane will be soft and smooth And your heart will be mine It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again Yes, Precious, it gets the hose Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh The look inside your eyes drives me from control Evoking visions of my favorite casserole And if I eat your heart, I'll also bite your soul And when I'm done with that, I'll use your skull as a bowl It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again It gets the hose It puts the lotion in the basket It puts the lotion in the basket It puts the lotion in the basket Yes, it does, put the lotion in the basket Put the lotion in the basket Put the lotion in the basket now Put the lotion in the basket now And it does Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh The night is very cold, I'm feeling kind of weak I think I'll make myself a cap from your right buttocks cheek And then, I will go walking with my little dog And then, I'll bury you underneath the lawn It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again Yes, it does, Precious It puts the lotion in the basket Bitch, put the lotion in the basket Oh, put the lotion in the fucking basket Bitch, put the lotion in the basket Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh

I meant to come back to put out bliss But the style's crumbling, covered, canned It was sick and no, you don't even know how it comes and Shifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobs It's classical, anyway I can't help it, it makes me so sick Over and over, it sits stiff Bound with no heart, fine 'cause this is where the separation starts arising I can see it coming over your cloud It's classical, anyway How cool are you? I remember I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick Just a bad call, it's so funny How you think I'm so serious, but that's not it The thing is, I don't give enough jacks to give a fuck You're just plain boring and you bore me asleep It's classical, anyway How cool are you? I remember I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened I feel sick And who the fuck are you anyways, you fuck? It's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking out Hardly and hoping money please arise up off the fucking knees And hop off the train for a second and try to find your own fucking heart It's classical, anyway And how cool are you? I remember I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick