Slow Good Morning - Poison The Well

There are bodies strewn all over my bedroom floor

I don’t know how they got there

But I’m sure it’s the fuckers in their ships

Taunting everyone who walks by

As they sail through my front lawn

Through my bedroom window

Not a window at all

But a hole that peasant left

With his cannonball fun

They look so pretty

Pretty weak to have let it go on this long

There are still bodies thrown on my bedroom floor

I don’t know how they got there

But I have a plan now

So they say we aren’t really here

So don’t just try to punish us

You are the one who has lost his mind

We didn’t bring the bodies

We didn’t throw them on your floor

We didn’t bring the bodies

We didn’t throw them on your floor

You are the one who has lost his mind

They look so pretty

Pretty weak to have let it go on this long

So they say we aren’t really here

So don’t just try to punish us

You are the one who has lost his mind

We didn’t bring the bodies, we didn’t throw them on your floor

You are the one who has lost his mind

They look so pretty

Pretty weak to have let it go on this long