Imagine waking up in your own body
Naked on a brown leather couch
The room is unfamiliar, and all of a sudden, you are 95 years old
It's hot in the room, and the temperature increases
As it passes back and forth between your newly wrinkled skin
And the genuine leather of the couch
You cannot get up, where would you run to?
You don't even know where you are

Susan woke up every day wishing she had bigger hands, she said
"Am I the perfect woman, am I an
Unfinished man?"
She walked back home, she tried to grow her roots in sinking sand
She said, "he told me that he loves me, but he don't know who I am and I'm just

Hangin' out on
Peroxide Beach
So sour, don't got the power, don't got the energy
So if you see the water start to get too deep
Just let me sleep
Just let me sleep
Just let me"

Hours have passed now or maybe they haven't
The sun exploded years ago so it's impossible to know
You notice that you and the couch are not very different
And you start to feel sick
You know you'll be here forever
So is everything you've cared about before today rendered totally meaningless
Or is the weight of the world even greater with its loss?
Speaking of weight, I ate way too much fucking salt today
Holy shit
"And when my body bloats and wrinkles and my skin turns green and blue
I want the whole wide world to know I didn't like a single one of you except for
Overdose Elvis, 'cause when you're, when you're dead you're chillin'
And the King of the Jungle who's about to leave the building
And I'm just

Hangin' out on
Peroxide Beach
So sour don't got the power don't got the energy"
So when you see Susan caught up in the
Undertow just let it go
Just let it go
Just let it

On the floor in front of you there's a frozen metal spoon
You immediately pick it up and put it in your mouth
Hoping it'll help you cool off
Horrified, you feel the silver melt around your tongue
You try to remove it, but it stretches and stretches like an infinite rope of taffy
Drenched and claustrophobic, you try to cry
But all your body's liquids have already poured out through your skin
You hear a voice ask
"Is she gonna be okay? Does she need to go to the hospital?"
"Yes! Help!" you attempt, but it's no use
The metal taffy has already hardened, locking your jaw shut
They were never listening anyway
"She'll be fine," another voice replied
"Probably just sweating out the venom
Give her 'til Tuesday"
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne
Susan, Suzanne