Deep Child
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Lyrics
Played with my troops in the litter box Hungry sandworms on the prowl Left me with plastic toys Raincoats worrying in forests of me I percolate, oozing through walls It's guilt that you feel about water Don't wear it out, with each use it grows She will soon be protecting my closet Dismemberment's best friend, the morrow Forces itself upon my bed Lorries rushing in and out of my head Corrected, I stand disfigured a whole It probably stands to reason, I ponder They'll sell you a new car smell wrapped in a rock Played with my troops in the litter box Hungry sandworms on the prowl Left me with plastic toys They'll sell you a new car smell wrapped in a rock
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 06:15
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 134 BPM