Bunny Boots lyrics

Days go by These thieves Dressed in sleeves of white Stand on Chests of heaving sighs Night trips Followed closely by White sleeved, thick thieves hum Swallowing words That stick in your lungs Find it all In a mess on the tables Are turning It sounds like you've said this a hundred times Each louder, more boring The twitch, the itch The sting, smooth stump Sick lung, the hum With some, without Thick dumb, smooth stump So loud, without These thieves Dressed in sleeves of white Stand on chest of heaving sighs Night trips, followed closely by