In The Stars I Can Sizzle Like A Battery

lyrics written by Mark Davies

Call me Bruce or call me Troy or call me Dave
I'm selling sauce in a crass parade

Lumpy gravy dripping through my psyche
I suspect that my synapses are flickering
Thick and greasy, ploggerded and pasty
I do declare, there's a syrup on my sanity

Tie me down and milk me round because my brain
Is melting down in the falling rain

Dreamy dreamer dreaming in the corner
Sets his mind on a peanut butter sandwich
Puffy pancakes plodding through my belly
Make me feel like I just might have a baby
Take my medicine, slither through the labyrinth
In the stars I can sizzle like a battery

When I breathe, it's disease, it's disease
I exhale where I please

When I call out my name, it's a shame
It never sounds the same

When I breathe, it's disease, it's disease
I exhale where I please

I shiver when I'm free