Who's who and what's she
You’re not as hip as you think
Tonic for moles and copped an attitude
I’m in one of my butcher knife moods
A culture of one suits me fine
I’m being stabbed by the arrow of time
I’m feeling loose and you look tight
So let’s bite

You’re coming down from what you took last night
I’m coming down from a meteorite
One battery charging another
Let go our anchors and don’t call me mother
Rumpled like new philistines
I only get lost on days that end in why
I’m feeling loose and you look tight
So let’s bite