I've held the gaze of beautiful women
Only the Lord knows just what they were thinking
Like my consciousness, a tragic blunder
I talked too much, destroyed the sense of wonder
So I flap my rotten wings
Beats like heart disease
Joints begin to seize
As I try to make my peace
The only true release from
A tragic blunder
My soul is a spectral tapeworm
An analogy to make you squirm
It grows to match my pace
With the physical matter in which it is encased
So I flap my rotten wings
Beats like heart disease
Joints begin to seize
As I try to make my peace
The only true release
Yes I flap my rotten wings
Beats like hearts diseased
I flap my rotten wings
And my joints begin to seize
I flap my rotten wings
I flap my rotten wings
Beats like heart disease
I flap my rotten wings
I flap my rotten wings
The only true release