Language Barrier - The Grouch

Head down, in the rain

Don’t you think i want you to?

Let’s play telephone

I’m the rubber, you’re the glue

Drop this flattened blossom in an envelope

And send it to you

To fight this

The language

Barrier

Hey self-murderous

Too much love has clogged the world

It’s all dirt and flesh

Digging through to find a pearl

Pluck it and seal it in a pouch now

Dispatch it to you

Oh the lips they taste like freebase

And the joints of freebase too

Meanwhile i’m inland with saint russell

Sniffing airplane glue

I hope somebody loves me

When all of this is through