All You Need Is Blood

If I'm the shell and hey it's easter Crack me open and watch my yolk Splutter out into your arms Or at least it would if you had your arms open For now I'll watch my yellow pity Spill onto the spare room floor And place my ass in the centre of this cup I'll watch you aim - shoot Street lamps have heated my stomach up Way too much and the night air has Inflated my head Way above... Anything... Else ...Before is that what they said Is that what they think Or is that what they all know? Of course, full of gas so I can fly away Translucent agenda's and late night hotels Bedroom floors oh bedroom floors Toilet bowls my second home The sun is only talking to me When my mouth is dry and tied shut Wrap me up in telephone wires Disconnect me hormones I'll be right back --- All You Need Is Blood - Test Icicles