My Psychoanalyst все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Out there, out there is the open sea
You’ve got to bring that, all that
Bring it up with me

Put that out put
Put it to a tee
We’ll take a boat race, boat ride
Boat right out to sea

Spin to field – field theory
You need to ask questions
You need to have opinions

Super string thingy theory
You’ll need to make decisions
With expert precision

Here be me wandering about, hunched up on huddled haunches trying to make sense of the sound from your fat mouth
They leave me teetering on the verge of panic; disparities flagpole driven into my forehead

All in all good time

There’s a good reason why I don’t look people in the eye
Behind damp globules lie huge manatees
They leave me teetering