Hey mumma

Mum
I’m dying
I’m dizzy
And I’m frying
My throat hurts
I think i
Should stay in bed

Cause I’ve got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I should stay in bed today
May be tomorrow go out and play
Its Friday

With ginseng
And some fresh squeezed juice
Or some dal rice
Or some hot chicken soup
That just might
Keep me alive
For a couple of days

Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I’ll try and follow timothy leary
A couple of doses, set myself free
Next Friday

Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I’ll put myself in a cryogenic freeze
The metro, the phony, the dusty breeze
Should have listened when you said beware
Of horny girls with Los Angeles hair
Last Friday.

Transformations From A Sleeping Room

Should i talk to you
or should i just disconnect
should i close the doors
or should i just leave them open for the cold
should i speak my mind
or should i just keep it buried deep inside
should i keep myself hanging
or should i use a knife
shoud i drink some water
or should i leave myself dry
should i worry that this wont happen
or should i just not try
should i beg the clouds for rain
or should i believe in god
should i take a detour
or should i handcuff myself on this track
should i wait for you
or are you gone and onto someone new

Am i loud and clear
or am i breaking up
am i dead asleep
or am i just waking up
am i living in a dream
or is this a disease
are we getting closer
or are we just getting more lost.