Planned Human Combustion Lyrics

She's a melody maker

Swatting the flies as a bide my time

Cool and a shaker

She sits in the silver chair as it shines

How would it feel to touch slowly as we pass?

Would I stand or collapse?

She's a harmony taker

I am stoic but can't last because I'm a faker

Why do I always find myself there with a stutter

When I'm staring at you through the candy coated glass?

Why do I always find myself down in the gutter

When I'm following you?

You're like a rubber ball bouncing away from me

Sitting under the table

In a room that is lit up by neon signs

Told I'm unstable

So how do I find my way to her mind?

How would it feel to take all these colored pills?

Would we laugh or collapse?

I'm a negative number

All alone and so detached

Because I'm a fever

I saw a man named Jesus

He told me to turn around and not believe this

But I fear the this and that

I think I'm better off here with a heart attack

Why do I always find myself there with a stutter

When I'm staring at you through the candy coated glass?

Why do I always find myself down in the gutter

When I'm following you?

You're like a rubber ball bouncing away from me