Fun's Not Fun Anymore, Pt. 4: Baby's First Panic Attack
lyrics
The casanova, the hippy shake
The little devil that we all must make
From the Egyptians down to the moss
We desiccating, we feel no loss
If you shock the sun, expect no patience
The light that sees keeps no expectations
Like the best you ever had
The best you'll ever get
The best I ever had?
What do you expect?
Sweet thrifty gypsy! Coldstone and rye!
My lifting gently at some ozone fire
Entwine entirely to feed within
Just keep dividing under straining skin
If you shock the sun, expect no patience
The light that sees keeps no expectations
Like the best you ever had
The best you'll ever get
The best I ever had?
What do you expect?