ohh no
do you feel a little queasy
ohh no
is everything a little strange
ohh no
is it all uncertain will you rub it til it's raw

stickin and lickin on a razor's edge we're slippin and a sliding cross a wager cuttin'
hedge no rhyme nor reason in the dark of the night we'll be pantin' and moanin' til
the cold morning light

ohh no
are you feelin' kinda queasy
ohh no
are you feelin' kinda strange
ohh no
is it all uneven will you rub it til it's raw

I've got hands and the new sign walking with my monkey to the back of the line licking
my plate 'til it's clean again like a noose from the rafters a soldier made of tin
I'm freeway ridin' after yesterdays news a whole life of living on a plate full o
blues beauty and truth like the tits and the ass I balance my needles on a blade of grass

ohh no
are you feelin' kinda queasy
ohh no
are you feelin' kinda strange
ohh no
is it all uneven will you rub it til it's raw

a needle in a haystack, a pot set to boil a candle in the breeze of another voyeur
flush with feel of the wind and the moan squeezing more blood from a heart made of
stone
ancient travellers on ancient shores armed men banging on doors who goes there friend
or foe in my bed there's a candle in the window

ohh no
are you feelin' kinda queasy
ohh no
is everything a little strange
ohh no
is it all uncertain will you rub it til it's raw

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