Have you ever eaten snails?
They’re cooked in garlic
And then impaled
On tiny pitchforks
I don’t know which forks
They use for whales

They made a tunnel
Just for carp
A carpal tunnel
(Or so I heard)
That goes nowhere
Though I don’t know where
A carp’ll go

Strange things are happening to me
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things are happening to me
And I don’t know why I bother getting out of my head
When the demons come find me in my bed
Strange strange times indeed

My head is full of
Shits like this
I wonder what it really means
Am I someone
Or is someone
Really me?
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things are happening to me
And I don’t know why I bother getting out of my head
When the demons come find me in my bed
Strange strange times indeed