Holiest

Under my head I am keeping the muse by

Stomping on senses and corduroy blues

'Cause I never made all too much sense out of you

You kick and you scream and you act so abused

'Cause I'm the holiest of all your parts

I'm licking out your loneliness and starving all your crops

Days I should maybe try taking it easy

My red hands are throbbing and I'm feeling crazy

'Cause I never made all too much sense out of me

Doting on thick shells and acting so ditzy

'Cause I'm the holiest of all your parts

I'm licking out your loneliness

And starving all your, licking all your

Starving all your, licking all your

Starving all your crops

Crops

Crops

Crops