Songtext von Two Tabs Of Mescaline

I smell the sound of a growing gash With pop sensibilities. Kqed It's a tune that equals you. I feel Hallelujah I fail, Bulemia; I'm frail. Salting the back of a snail. And... This is worship and this is tribute Crumbling, ripping and failing. Knowing you fit in... And, and, You fit in! Feeding time, An old friend of mine At the leper zoo. Que sera? Erotic hurrah It's cool. Be cool, girl. And... Am i worshipping or am i tributing? 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. Que sera? Erotic hurrah With no rescue. It's cool. Be cool, girl. Sailor scent.