Slow Good Morning

There are bodies strewn all over my bedroom floor
I don’t know how they got there
But I’m sure it’s the fuckers in their ships
Taunting everyone who walks by
As they sail through my front lawn
Through my bedroom window
Not a window at all
But a hole that peasant left
With his cannonball fun
They look so pretty
Pretty weak to have let it go on this long
There are still bodies thrown on my bedroom floor
I don’t know how they got there
But I have a plan now
So they say we aren’t really here
So don’t just try to punish us
You are the one who has lost his mind
We didn’t bring the bodies
We didn’t throw them on your floor
We didn’t bring the bodies
We didn’t throw them on your floor
You are the one who has lost his mind
They look so pretty
Pretty weak to have let it go on this long
So they say we aren’t really here
So don’t just try to punish us
You are the one who has lost his mind
We didn’t bring the bodies, we didn’t throw them on your floor
You are the one who has lost his mind
They look so pretty
Pretty weak to have let it go on this long