Millstones lyrics

Hey baby, Alice is home She's so dry she could Catch fire The colours on the TV are tired The voice on the radio higher Bored bored and Boring again Itching like she could grow wings The cat smiles disembodied One wave of its tail stings You paint me so faceless Ignorance is contagious Attractive hand of the dying You spit your Cold pity Like folded rainbows at me So ugly souls of the crying The world is shrinking again Don't Mock - You can Eat me The swim is long and lucid To float with the tide is easy.