The Fruit That Ate Itself

Well, take a drive in the wrong hand lane
Bad breath, talking 'bout fresh rain
My hand, my hand is gonna shake the same
Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend?

Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself
It was hanging out alone all on the shelf
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well

How do I land?
How do I land?
How do I land?
'Cause I don't understand

Walk across the country (you went to Moldy Muffin and you got yourself a muffin)
Shaking many hands, and you're buying the product (and you went to the chicken, and you asked him for the stuffing)
But you didn't get that you already got it (you want a different view so you rotate the whole island)
And you do not understand (and you need to build a house so you might, a plan)

Take a drive in the wrong hand lane
With bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain
My hand is gonna shake the same
Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend?

Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself
It was hanging out alone all on the shelf
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well

The winner gets the muffin, and you got yourself a muffin
And you think you're pretty tough, but you ain't done nothing
And you're goin' to the phone, you're gonna get animal
You're gonna drop a cold, maybe you'll go to hell

A black hole talking 'bout nothing
You can't get the chicken or the stuffing
Going around and you think that you're tough
When you can't kick ass (and I think that I heard you, but I was listening to my headphones)

Take a drive on the downtown train
Wake up so we get drunk again
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well

Take a drive in the wrong hand lane
Got bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain
We taught the mirror how to admire itself
Are you gonna get sick worrying 'bout your health?

Where do I land?
Where do I land?
Where do I land?
'Cause I don't really understand

Well, you ache in your bones and you think you're too insane
But you can't, you can't, you can't explain
But you complain and it's already nothing
And you go to nose and nose and eat yourself a muffin

(You went to moldy muffin, and you got yourself a muffin)
(And you want a different view, so you rotate the whole island)
(And you go to the saloon and got yourself some water) a black hole talking about nothing
(And you get, and you went to swimming pool) you went to moldy muffin, and you got yourself a muffin
(And you look at your pockets, and you think you need contacts) a black hole talking about nothing
(Someone's had a little too much to put on to their plates) a black, black hole talking about nothing
(And you're hoping they be a bit more empty) you get chicken, but you don't get stuffing
It doesn't mean all that much, you know?



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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