These lyrics are published online but I am not convinced that the fill is truly "Anna, anna, anna, anna, ovation." I think it sounds more like "And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit ovations." I'm a purist (with a pretty healthy imagination) so if someone knows for certain and I am way off, message me.
I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
and coffin rehearsal
I know a psychic who reads her own palms
and the findings are personal
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side
well maybe she knows something I don't know
but I am still alive and loved
and wide eyed in my time
I'm not a mummy shrinking in its box
your cat clawed out my eyes while I's
distracted by your smile
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
and you ask me is there anybody else that I'm dating
And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in ovations...
but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out to thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
I'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a ring on a pillow of clubs
I knew my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between your red lengths
of its bone briden self
and I am still alive and loved
and wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut groan
I tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull women towards them, I can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in, ovation at your house.
but your painted pony is fading
walks like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see
I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
and coffin rehearsal
I know a psychic who reads her own palms
and the findings are personal
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side
well maybe she knows something I don't know
but I am still alive and loved
and wide eyed in my time
I'm not a mummy shrinking in its box
your cat clawed out my eyes while I's
distracted by your smile
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
and you ask me is there anybody else that I'm dating
And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in ovations...
but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out to thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
I'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a ring on a pillow of clubs
I knew my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between your red lengths
of its bone briden self
and I am still alive and loved
and wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut groan
I tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull women towards them, I can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in, ovation at your house.
but your painted pony is fading
walks like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see
You can here more Why? music here
Where they do a pretty sick cover of "Close to me" by The Cure.
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