A handful of elf pee
That’s my soul
Spray it all over
Fill the bowl
Legs astride
An axe to grind
Generous actions with the speed of light
Without you my life would be boring
Under the iceberg
There’s a tomb
Working the way up
Picking a hole in the cocoon
A bucket of tiger pee
Come with me
Bottoms up
Reaching a dream
Without you my life would be boring
What if we can’t make it but we say that we can?
Shaking the habitual
Relate it to time
We’re laughing at the future and we cry ’bout the past
I’m holding on forever, but how long will forever last?
Without you my life would be boring
The piss is territorial
