Glassjaw - Two Tabs of Mescaline

I smelled a scent of growing gash
With pop sensibilities
K-Q-E-D
It's a tune that equals you, I feel
Haleluja I fail
Bulemia, i'm frail
Haleluja I fell
Salting the back of a snail

This is worship and this is tribute
Like crumbling ripping and failing
Knowing you fit in
And and .... you fit in

K-Q-E-D
It's a tune that equals you, I feel
Haleluja I fail
Bulemia, i'm frail
Haleluja I fell
Salting the back of a snail

Am I worshipping or am I tributing?
Loving crumbling, ripping your feeling
My Turkish prison is knowing I fit in
And and .... I fit in

Feeding time, an old friend of mine, at the leper zoo.
Que sera
Erotic hurrah

Feeding time, an old friend of mine, at the leper zoo.
Que sera
Erotic hurrah

Sailor, Sailor
Sailor, Sailor

Worship, tribute, crumbling ripping and failing
Knowing you fit in
And and .... you fit in

Feeding time, an old friend of mine, at the leper zoo.
Que sera
Erotic hurrah

Feeding time, an old friend of mine, at the leper zoo.
Que sera
Erotic hurrah

Sailor scent.

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