Spathic!!

Show me samples... snippety, spark! The fuse has set in my brain Slack flashback, on a hat rack That slain insect obtains a cheap pain So I stick a daisy through his head He sneezes just a little bit And I squeeze that socket In my left pocket, so confused I cry out my ancient name, it's Spathic! Sticky, tricky, creaky, freaky flit Dig it out, pick it out, cut it out That plain impact contains a free strain No sign is shown at all No pilot came back at last My fuse clicks, I try to hold In my left side of my brain It's Spathic, Spathic, Spathic! It's tragic, and I lie again! So clear, false eyes pop out I take them for my hat, so bizarre Pure, black, tears dropped from them I try to swear, but I don't have a God Clash! The fuse has set in my brain Its just a pint of B-Right Its so cheap, but no claim or complaint Then I feed that tiny thing some peas He coughs just a little bit I don't have any pills I wonder why not, too confused I found out I lost my ancient hands It's Spathic, Spathic, Spathic, Spathic! He tells me which side to flit? He's too tiny, and just clicking wings split Where's my false eyes? Next ones could be mine Watch your head It's heading straight to you! Watch your head It's heading straight to you! Watch your head It's heading straight to you! Watch your head It's heading straight to you! Spathic, flit to the clash!