Taste the Floor

It's too cool to get something done Too many things move fast,I can't quite get a grip at last And all the stars don't shine and all the stars don't shine And all the walls fall down and all the fish get drowned Here it comes, can't you hear the sound of it Just like a big brass drum and some cunts always scratching it Just like a voice is pain, just like the taste is pain I wish that I could fly, you have to learn to fly She's singing to herself as she's singing in herself And she walk right up to you, as she walk all over you Don't turn off, I don't expect, I just accept I'm happy in my box, you got to see the box upstairs And the sun don't shine, and all the stars don't shine And all the walls fall down, and all the fish get drowned She's singing to herself as she's singing in herself And she walk right up to you, as she walk all over you