You’ve got much more precision when you’re under meds
Cos only when you’re bombed you can recall the frets
You need another squirrel to wrap in cellophane

You had a premunition that you’ll die on the road
So you don’t leave your home without a heavy coat
You broke another mirror, you’ll bleed for seven years

Hand in hand we’ll go
To the palm date lawn

The doctor told you you don’t have to smoke too much
Or you won’t reach the nineties understanding fuck
All of that strangers tell you at the rest home refectory

And the priest told you you don’t have to make self-sex
You don’t have to desire someone else’s girl
But turn the other cheek when that someone else steals yours

Hand in hand we’ll go
To the palm date lawn