Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have been the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could hear the laughter So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge Cause of a night that lake had turned to stick as butter But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking Saying hat to them it doesn't matter
If you're just holding your breath Til you come back up in full Holding your breath Til you thought it through, you're full
The genius next door was busing table Wiping clean the ketchup labels Getting high and muttering German fables Didn't care as long as he was able To strip his clothes off by the dumpster At night while everyone was sleeping And wade midway into that porridge Just him and his secret he was keeping
If you're just holding your breath Til you come back up in full Holding your breath Til you thought it through, you foolish child
In the morning the film crews start arriving With donuts, coffee and reporters The kids are waking up hung over The neighbors were starting up their cars The garbage men were emptying the dumpsters Atheists were praying full of sarcasm And the genius next door was sleeping Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm
If you're just holding your breath Til you come back up in full Holding your breath Til you thought it through, you foolish childTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
