My plastic bag
I'm wandering Jack
I am erased, I am a flesh sack
I see you playing dead
so I touch your head
My paper hands
are meaningless
I'm wandering jeep
I feel like a maggot
but I like it, fleshy sacks
and wandering jeeps
are meaningless
I see you playing dead
so I touch your head
Through your skin
to touch your bones
so I'm not alone
I see you playing dead
so I touch your head
Through your skin
to touch your bones
so I'm not alone
