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You're not ready to empty out your shellYou'll be a water balloon burst on a tree one bright summer and some lucky grass will swellAnd get to be the green and prickly ripped from earth and left there sticky On your children's backsItched arched like a bridge for ants to cross On to the Picnic with nitpicky hands grabbing at berriesTo fill your stomach up full and heavyI might be somebody's mid daydream As they daze off looking for what's fillingOut in the woods grabbing red hollyYou're all ready to open up your armsYou'll be a glass shard washed up round from the sea of some clumsy drunken kids who came to carve Up the trash that ends up sanded to shell x-rays from the hands of Man's naïve rewardsGod gives, must be something that we did toDeserve all this dizzy spin walking for nothingWatch as the worlds turning really is somethingI might be somebody's mid day dreamAs they go out spinning for what's lovelyI'm nausea that chokes laughing, what's funny?You're not ready to empty out your shellYou'll be a water balloon burst on a tree one bright summer and some lucky grass will swellAnd get to be the green and prickly ripped from earth and left there sticky SongtexteOn your children's backsItched arched like a bridge for ants to cross On to the Picnic with nitpicky hands grabbing at berriesTo fill your stomach up full and heavyI might be somebody's mid daydream Aus Songtexte Mania