(Music:Fredrik Thordendal, Johan Sjцgren; Lyric:Jens Kidman, Fredrik Thordendal)
An inwrought irksome rabbit
is washing my stomach
I can't stop thinking about my tonsils
how they are pendulating between my toes
slowly suffering from liberty
I'm naked on a TV-set and it's running wild,
fast, sweet and heavy penetrating in to my
grandparents pupils out of reach but with a
canoes evil emotion
Allright I can admit it now
I was a screaming and lying stoneoperation
who searched his way through carparts
afraid to be recognized by a spoon
Birds with empty refridgerators heated up the
childrens chairsweat
There was no chance to drive the table without
a blue sock cause my mistakes rolled down above
the forest of investigation
As soon as I heard my neighbor bend his arm
with a submarine the milk was hot and dangerous
like a bed
Nobody understands how wipewashers can breathe cows
Farting magazines are wading in waxed scarecrows