The pink half-moon on the third joint
of my slender finger--
My body fragments are full of bread.
That's why I fear holding bread is why I'm here.
I seem to have lost my hads around here.
And where my eyes were,
now only holes appear
(We're now only holes up here). Look at me up
here! Thank G-d for the laws of physics. Thank G-d for the law.
A skinny skinny boy complains. My body takes up too much room.
This makes me laugh.
I hold myself back. I hold myself back.
I could crush you with my weight, smash your little
body down, throw you through the window pane,
b***** lifeless on the ground. A skinny skinny boy is dead.
of my slender finger--
My body fragments are full of bread.
That's why I fear holding bread is why I'm here.
I seem to have lost my hads around here.
And where my eyes were,
now only holes appear
(We're now only holes up here). Look at me up
here! Thank G-d for the laws of physics. Thank G-d for the law.
A skinny skinny boy complains. My body takes up too much room.
This makes me laugh.
I hold myself back. I hold myself back.
I could crush you with my weight, smash your little
body down, throw you through the window pane,
b***** lifeless on the ground. A skinny skinny boy is dead.