The Hypnotist's Son

You made me fall over
Then I hit my head
Now I can’t remember
Anything that you said
But I dreamed I was you
And I dreamed I was dead
When I woke up, I carved your face
Into my bed
It’s like I missed all the memos
And I missed the boat
And a meteor shower
Is heading for my throat
Bang, bang. Smack. Ouch.
I thought romance was pretty
Then you went and spoiled it
Every time that I think of you
Have to go to the toilet
Can’t tell if this is love
Or a stomach disorder
Or a massive grade A typhoon
Inside my aorta
And I want to jump in it
Wanna give it a voice
Wanna cut to the finish
Deny your lizards for boys
And you don’t know paranoia
Till it bites you in the balls
Till somebody is under a bus
Cos he hasn’t called
Cos I think that you are leaving
Before you’ve arrived
Need to know that you’re breathing
And you know you’re alive
Oh Bang, bang. Smack. Ouch.
I can’t shake this feeling
That I’m down on my luck
You’re an animated anvil
And I’m an animated duck
That they world’s made of numbers
And I am a three
And you are nine hundred and eight
And you’re sitting on me
That I’m single cell matter
And you are the sea
But I’m evolution
Finally
Because I didn’t know who I was before
Now my mind is wide open
But my body is old
Bang, bang. Smack. Ouch.