Douche

Douche

It's suggested to you,
you're looking at the wrong cup.
Salt water.

Well I have a condition,
You see,
I miss the ocean.
What do you want me to do?

I'm sorry, you're right and,
I'm going to go along.
Suddenly nothing can be, well, untrue.

Take this cup beautiful.
I never doubted you for a second.
Landlocked as you are,
Boats are only trees.

It's harder to slip the ring,
over the clammy blue finger.
The kids won't shutup.
Usher come 'ere,
The groom is dead.
Wipe those crystals off 'is tongue will ya?

This fucking mackerel drowned outside Bridge's house next to the chip shop.
But we still carried him all the way to the alter.
Told us he could still walk.
Nah.
Didn't know how to walk.
He's a fucking fish 'int e?