But love remained an empty hole But a threatening kind of hue, A fiery meteor cracked open
could never tempt a man like me I'm to well grounded I don't need that kind of bourgeois frivolity Her from Planet Fur, from Planet Fur
and breached a girlish curve or maybe I imagined that a radio And I thought I heard the note, Of an anthem you can't hum around my feet a tentacle
with that pale pink complexion And in your mouth a cocked ray-gun Tied to a bed of aluminum Her from Planet Fur, from Planet fur
With every boy wrapped tightly around her finger, She won't let them down, A pinch of flesh for every pound, I'm to well grounded, I don't need that type of bourgeois frivolity, to where she came from, for all I care
Her from Planet Fur, from Planet Fur