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TestTubeBaby - Poisoned Mind Lyrics



TestTubeBaby - Poisoned Mind Lyrics




Secret agents
Had taken samples from the soles of my shoes
(Secret agents)
So they could track my every move
(My every move)
And then eventually, when the time was right
(When is the time right?)
Sweep me-and my cat April (April)-off our feet
And install us on a golden throne
(A golden throne)
King and queen of the universe
After my father-my real father
(My real father)
Whom I'd never met
And I would never meet
Had died
(Died)
Die, die
Father die

I strung ribbons of toilet paper
Across the expanse of the toilet seat
(Across the toilet seat)
So I could catch my shit
And dissect it
(Dissect it)
For clues
Or some kind of news
About how long I'd have to wait
(How long do I have to wait?)

And my skin wasn't made for silly human clothes
Bought from human clothing stores
Scratchy cotton and polyester blend underwear
Was causing me to get rashes everywhere

So I played sick and stayed home from school
Watching Felix the Cat
Dragging my fake dad's vinyl chair
Upstairs
So I could cover my whole body with baby oil

And feel my butt cheeks slide
Across its hard round buttons
Ever-tightening my
Beaded Indian leather belts
Around my naked body

Trying to get bands of red to rise across my skin
While watching out the windows
For my the arrival of my secret agents
Or my mother
Who I wasn't sure was fake or real
In either case, she was only a very minor figure

And I never believed
That if I stepped on a crack
I'd break my fake or my real mother's back
But the pattern of my steps
Always mattered
Sending secret code
To alien races

The aliens were awaiting my ascent
My orders
To weave their webs
Across the stars
In just the right manner
Guided by my feet
That knew exactly where to tread

I just had to quiet my poisoned mind
From interfering
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Secret agents
Had taken samples from the soles of my shoes
(Secret agents)
So they could track my every move
(My every move)
And then eventually, when the time was right
(When is the time right?)
Sweep me-and my cat April (April)-off our feet
And install us on a golden throne
(A golden throne)
King and queen of the universe
After my father-my real father
(My real father)
Whom I'd never met
And I would never meet
Had died
(Died)
Die, die
Father die

I strung ribbons of toilet paper
Across the expanse of the toilet seat
(Across the toilet seat)
So I could catch my shit
And dissect it
(Dissect it)
For clues
Or some kind of news
About how long I'd have to wait
(How long do I have to wait?)

And my skin wasn't made for silly human clothes
Bought from human clothing stores
Scratchy cotton and polyester blend underwear
Was causing me to get rashes everywhere

So I played sick and stayed home from school
Watching Felix the Cat
Dragging my fake dad's vinyl chair
Upstairs
So I could cover my whole body with baby oil

And feel my butt cheeks slide
Across its hard round buttons
Ever-tightening my
Beaded Indian leather belts
Around my naked body

Trying to get bands of red to rise across my skin
While watching out the windows
For my the arrival of my secret agents
Or my mother
Who I wasn't sure was fake or real
In either case, she was only a very minor figure

And I never believed
That if I stepped on a crack
I'd break my fake or my real mother's back
But the pattern of my steps
Always mattered
Sending secret code
To alien races

The aliens were awaiting my ascent
My orders
To weave their webs
Across the stars
In just the right manner
Guided by my feet
That knew exactly where to tread

I just had to quiet my poisoned mind
From interfering
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Writer: Brian Gross
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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