Lyrics

Life is already feeling top heavy.
Turn around and clock my fade away.
Stop.
Sugar in the magazine, stop.
Soldier in the submarine, stop.
Sex on the mezzanine.
Stop talking, Stop Stop talking to me.

One two three four five six seven eight.
All good pilgrims learn to conjugate.
Nine ten eleven twelve.
Save myself, but the love has run dry...

Time is already catching up on me.
Turn it out, your prophet is today.
Stop.
Sugar in the magazine, stop.
Soldier in the submarine, stop.
Sex on the mezzanine.
Stop talking, Stop Stop praying for me.

One two three four five six seven eight.
All good pilgrims learn to conjugate.
Nine ten eleven twelve.
Save myself, but the love has run dry
One two three four five six seven eight.
All good pilgrims learn to conjugate.
Nine ten eleven twelve.
Save myself, but the love has run dry...