From your chair, my narative tonight is your dickless cousin, brother, father, pet, friend, husband or wife
A bone-orchard of hearts seems to surround you
As you stare each gift horse straight in the mouth
I was invited, I was called out
Oh, I buried my head in my hands
I buried my heart there in the sand
I was cock-blocked, cured, encharmed
I was ferociously put upon until it was clear
I should not keep on, I'll just creep on creepin' on
Yes I will, I'll not keep on
I'll just creep on creepin' on
Fell out of this station to levitate your bed
And move her hair on to my chest
As you shifted me off to stop
The ectoplasm coiled like a hovering halo of smoke
And our beloved invention is conjured each night in your throat
Oh, I buried my head in my hands
I buried my heart there in the sand
I was cock-blocked, cured, encharmed
I was ferociously put upon until it was clear
I should not keep on, I'll just creep on creepin' on
Yes I will, I'll not keep on
I'll just creep on creepin' on
I'll just creep on creepin' on