HERACLES Lyrics

Came back from the Garden of Eden

Eating peach seeds

I do an over-exaggerated flex like I'm Heracles

The spectacle's gazer is too often a nervous poet

Do we need to be remembered?

I said: I don't already know it

Suppose it's nothing but a force-field of complacency

I hang a sign above my heart that reads: No Vacancy

The world, it keeps on making me

I've learned to keep on making me

I don't have space to be fucking around

I don't have space to be

I don't have space to be fucking around

I don't have space to be fucking around

I'm in the space inbetween

Didn't ask you, but I couldn't refuse

Soul smooth and bruised

And it's likely I will choose

Whether to die, or breast-stroke these blues

You have be this tall and take off your shoes

Some times you've got to respect the rules

And this is one of those times

Seriously, you will not be allowed on the bouncy castle if you keep your shoes on

I won't let you

You'll damage the lining

And you'll ruin it for everyone

And I came here to bounce

So, let's bounce

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death

I'm waiting to wait for the

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death

I'm waiting to wait

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death

I'm waiting to wait for the waiting fucking death

Fuck

I just hit the mic

I hope you didn't hear it

But I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death