Slow Good Morning

There are bodies strewn all over my bedroom floor.
I don't know how they got there but I'm sure it's the fuckers in their ships.
Taunting everyone who walks by as they sail through my front lawn.
Through my bedroom window,
not a window at all,
but a hole that peasant left with his cannonball fun.

They look so pretty,
pretty weak to have let it go on this long.

There are still bodies thrown on my bedroom floor,
I don't know how they got there but I have a plan now.
So they say we aren't really here,
so don't just try to punish us,
you are the one who has lost his mind.

We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor.
We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor,
you are the one who has lost his mind.

They look so pretty,
pretty weak to have let it go on this long.

So they say we aren't really here,
so don't just try to punish us,
you are the one who has lost his mind.

We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor,
you are the one who has lost his mind.

They look so pretty,
pretty weak to have let it go on this long.