Making New Friends Lyrics

My hands feel so small

When my head is tall

I break my wrist on

A friend who's all gone

And I bounced between the lights on the back of a pornsick moth

I want more

More

I spread my tall head

The kids are all dead

Divorce this old bed

To play with new friends

Blister Sister it's getting colder in here

I'm going home

Home

The candy cult calls I beg God to bless 'em

I crawl to the porno on the television

The candy cult calls but I've got religion

I'll never have to worry about lipstick on my teeth again

My hands feel so small

When my head is tall

I break my wrist on

A friend who's all gone

And I bounced between the lights on the back of a pornsick moth

I want more

More

I spread my tall head

The kids are all dead

Divorce this old bed

To play with new friends

Blister Sister it's getting colder in here

I'm going home

Home

The dirtier the cloud the harsher the blizzard

They dance to the porno on the television

Summer hits your mouth and your lungs went winter

I'll never have to worry about

The dirtier the cloud the harsher the blizzard

They dance to the porno on the television

Summer hits your mouth and your lungs went winter

I'll never have to worry about lipstick on my teeth again