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I am a crab from the sea of blackAnd you're the barnacle on my backYeah, you're the tooth that I can't extractI am the crow from the building jutsAnd you're the tinfoil in my gutsYeah, no one struts like a blackbird strutsI've got leeches under my clothesAnd I can't reach themI've got leeches under my clothesNobody can see themI've got leeches under my clothesAnd ooh, they're achin'As they suck the blood from our conversationI used to go to school on SaturdaysThe ladies told us God was in everythingBut one of those ladies had to wear a wigAnd then one day she was gone, and she didn't come back.Bottle depot man with thalidomide handsTells me that I'm looking like a right gentlemanHe walked like a ghost in the halls up and downIn the hospital where they wear their paper gownsWell, my hands are strong and 10 keys wideBut in my mother's body, I was lying on my sideMy face came squished like my father's prideI came squished like a cartoon cat Aus Songtexte Mania