Fizzy lettuce
So contemplate this
Standing statue, the words will run through
A burning red rose, everyone knows
You're turning blacker, madhatter
But you're a slave on the run and that don't look fun, all that fun
Chorus
And I yell at her
And I'm begging her
Just compelling her
Cos' her magic got lost for desert
And everything's not fantasy
It's no phalacy
Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst
I'm here I'm missing
Ok you're hissing
The bitter music
Helped me diffuse it
We're falling deeper
Daytime sleeper
You're trading your spark
To play in the dark
Pharmaceutical run
There's just so much fun
Now just come on home
Chorus
And I yell at her
And I'm begging her
Just compelling her
Cos' her magic got lost for desert
And everything's not for fantasy
And it's no phalacy
Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst
Life has crazy cause for sadness
How can you trust all her madness?
Through the walls, try stop this
Stop the cause, don't watch this It's a game.
Chorus
And I yell at her
And I'm begging her
Just compelling her
Cos' her magic got lost for desert
And everything's not for fantasy
And it's no phalacy
Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst
(x2)
