tears on fresh fruit

just when you've found your way to

the boiler room

they come and dig you out

with picks and shovels and

acetelyne torches

i couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit

behind the boney walls of my skull

there was playing a lullaby

la la la. we're just trying to be free

of our bodies

our stomachs full of liquor

all our lungs

full of water

i couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit

behind the boney walls of my skull

there was playing a lullaby

la la la.