I feel like talking but don't preach
There's nothing wrong with me
I feel like taking off my clothes again
That sound is putting me to sleep
Canned oxygen (And god made the bees)
You friend (canned oxygen)
I'm sure I've had enough to know when I have had enough
I think I know enough to know
Canned oxygen (And God let it be)
That sound (She's canned)
That sin (That's in) (oxygen)
Keep 'em like you would your silverware
Snap the handle like you would your silverware