#2 Hit Single

He can fit your entire head in his hand

He squeezes it, it throbs, all wide eyes and tight grips

Those giant mitts try to wring us out

And we sit in its palms

(During the day, you laugh like a sad sigh

In place of an answer

And then had to be polite

When everyone saw that your were sweating)

But at night, I get swollen in white leather

And black rubber

And one fat layer of sweat

My face is brushed with the devil's fruit

And I don't have to think about tomorrow again