Two Tabs of Mescaline - Glassjaw

I smell the sound of a growing gash

With pop sensibilities.

«It's a tune that equals you.»

I feel

Hallelujah I fail,

Bulemia I’m frail.

Hallelujah I fell,

Salting the back of a snail.

And…

This is worship and this is tribute

Am I crumbling, ripping and failing?

Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in…

And, and,

You fit in!

«It's a tune that equals you.»

I feel

Hallelujah, I fail,

Bulemia, I’m frail.

Hallelujah, I fell,

Salting the back of a snail.

And…

Am I worshipping or am I tributing?

Loving, crumbling, ripping, and failing.

My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.

And, and,

I fit in!

Feeding time,

An old friend of mine

At the leper zoo, yeah yeah

Que sera?

Erotic hurrah

With no rescue, girl.

Feeding time,

An old friend of mine

At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.

Que sera?

Erotic hurrah

It’s cool.

Be cool, girl.

Sailor, Sailor

Sailor, Sailor

Sailor Scent

Sailor Sailor Scent Sailor Sailor Sailor Scent.

And…

worship, tribute

crumbling, ripping, and failing

Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in…

And, and,

you fit in!

Feeding time,

An old friend of mine

At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.

Que sera?

Erotic hurrah

With no rescue, girl.

Feeding time,

An old friend of mine

At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.

Que sera?

Erotic hurrah

It’s cool.

Be cool, girl.

Sailor Scent (x4)

Sailor, Sailor