Tickle me pink
I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin
'xept I've never been as sweet
I've rolled around the orchard
and found myself too awkward
and tickle me green I'm too naive
I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin
'xept I've never been as sweet
I've rolled around the orchard
and found myself too awkward
and tickle me green I'm too naive
Pray for the people inside your head
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
Time is too early
my hair isn't curly
I wish I was home and tucked away
when nothing goes right
and the future's dark as night
what you need is a sunny sunny day
my hair isn't curly
I wish I was home and tucked away
when nothing goes right
and the future's dark as night
what you need is a sunny sunny day
Pray for the people inside your head
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
Don't know where I can find myself a brand new pair of ears
don't know where I can buy a heart
the one I've got is shoddy
I need a brand new body
and then I can have a brand new start
don't know where I can buy a heart
the one I've got is shoddy
I need a brand new body
and then I can have a brand new start
Pray for the people inside your head
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
Monsters in the valley
and shootings in the alley
and people fall flat at every turn
there is no straight and narrow
offload your wheelbarrow
and pick up your sticks and twigs to burn
and shootings in the alley
and people fall flat at every turn
there is no straight and narrow
offload your wheelbarrow
and pick up your sticks and twigs to burn
Pray for the people inside your head
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
for they won't be there when you're dead
muffled out and pushed back down
pushed back through the leafy ground
Pray for the people inside your head
for they won't be there when you're dead
(repeat)
for they won't be there when you're dead
(repeat)
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