Billions of bottles sealed on ships
Sailing across oceans towards your lips
Do you ever wish those ships would wreck?
Become bloated wood and broken glass
Think of the blackest night
And if, instead, you could choose gates of white,
Would your neighbors whisper, "That child ain't right"?
If you didn't choose the latter, safer side,
It's something scary, a wet [?] flash and flood
And not even Noah would find dry land without a dove
But I'm 6'6", I could see it from where I stood
Taking all my underwear
Sewing up the flies like they were tears
But does this bring wonder?
What does this head care?
If his lower body wasn't even there
Think of your mom and dad
Skin you with these questions in their heads
I don't know if that makes me happy or sad
Thinking about my skinny mom and dad
It's something scary, a wet [?] flash and flood
And not even Noah would find dry land without a dove
But I'm 6'6", I could see it from where I stood
Sailing across oceans towards your lips
Do you ever wish those ships would wreck?
Become bloated wood and broken glass
Think of the blackest night
And if, instead, you could choose gates of white,
Would your neighbors whisper, "That child ain't right"?
If you didn't choose the latter, safer side,
It's something scary, a wet [?] flash and flood
And not even Noah would find dry land without a dove
But I'm 6'6", I could see it from where I stood
Sewing up the flies like they were tears
But does this bring wonder?
What does this head care?
If his lower body wasn't even there
Think of your mom and dad
Skin you with these questions in their heads
I don't know if that makes me happy or sad
It's something scary, a wet [?] flash and flood
And not even Noah would find dry land without a dove
But I'm 6'6", I could see it from where I stood
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