I try to scan you, but the lights are low
I’m trying to feed myself sucking your thumb
You’re cooking sausages, they’re frozen though
The salt is lacking and my speech is dumb
I didn’t have a place to go

But now I’m swimming in your stomach
And you can’t shit me
I’m floating in your brain
But you cannot sneeze
Halfway down the stairs I met your mum, she said to me:
“You can get her breast if you find a job fast”

And now I bet you feel the constipation
You’re feeling queasy, you’re in full digestion
I doubt I will process the celluloid
Your siamese cat’s puking on the soil
You should watch some cooking show

But now I’m swimming in your stomach
And you can’t shit me
I’m floating in your brain
But you cannot sneeze
Halfway down the stairs I met your mum, she said to me:
“You can get her breast if you get rich fast”