A handful of elf pee That’s my soul Spray it all over Fill the bowl
Legs astride An axe to grind Generous actions with the speed of light
Without you my life would be boring Under the iceberg There’s a tomb Working the way up Picking a hole in the cocoon
A bucket of tiger pee Come with me Bottoms up Reaching a dream
Without you my life would be boring
What if we can’t make it but we say that we can? Shaking the habitual Relate it to time We’re laughing at the future and we cry ’bout the past I’m holding on forever, but how long will forever last?
