Perfect Posture - Doll Baby

Laughing can’t hurt, it’s just a meeting of a sound and the air

Colliding debacles of healing and trying to care

This is the best of the virus saluting the millionaire

So simple, I’ve got pots and pans

For the quiver of the aging bow

Delivering distance, returning on empty

To celebrate a book of jokes

The great purpose in the dollar dream

An icy halo and a sweet machine

Excessive everything

The best thing about discoloration

Is that it stays inside the lines

Believing in products, celebrity talent

A sinful accredit to life

The power of manners and perfect posture

Screaming at the naked eyes

Half smiles, percentage, statistics and handshakes

Form into assembly lines

The great purpose in the dollar dream

An icy halo and a sweet machine

Excessive everything

The great purpose in the dollar dream

An icy halo and a sweet machine

Excessive everything

Bleeding the potion for absence and words that rhyme

Corrosion inside of the body, inside the city, inside the times…