Foot Ox
Carriers
What lesson were you trying to teach?
Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach
And that I cannot subsist without any sleep
Or that I am a whale lying dead on a beach
Well I don't think you can practice the bullsh*t you preach
'Cause you are a dog drinking clorox bleach
And you'll be dead
On my gra**
By morning point

So become manure to feed the flowers
'Cause I am no longer counting hours
This song is the cap on a bottle of power
That you cannot open, you will not devour
Because you are not a f**king princess
You are a car with a dead battery
Now that my life is no longer a mess
All of the pieces are falling into place