Slow Good Morning

Poison The Well

There are bodies strewn all over my bedroom floor,

I don't know how they got there but I'm sure,

It's the fuckers in their ships.

Taunting everyone who walks by as they sail through my front door

Through my bedroom window, not a window at all

But a hole that peasant left with his cannonball.

They look so pretty

Pretty weak to have let it go on this long.

There are still bodies thrown on my bedroom floor,

I don't know how they got there but I have a plan now

So they say we aren't really here

So don't just try to punish us,

You are the one who has lost his mind.

We didn't bring the bodies, we couldn't throw them on your floor

We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor

You are the one who has lost his mind

They look so pretty.

Pretty weak to have let it go on this long.

So they say we aren't really here

So don't just try to punish us,

You are the one who has lost his mind.

We didn't bring the bodies, we didn't throw them on your floor

You are the one who has lost his mind

They look so pretty.

Pretty weak to have let it go on this long.