Stiff Fruit

Lyrics for Stiff Fruit

In fact, a dark hat, hung on a hook, looks like A well-behaved black hole cock erect On what must be a very serious wall Some delicious picture of a human yolk Kept in a glass and chilled Yester says the signs for As you walk into the warm chest of a full waiting room Overflowing with a great deal of And a whole lot of carpet below the skylight There is a boy thumbing his eyes closed And a rather emo mama's son And he can't seem to explain why he's Walked into this very silly thing As the thrill you paid Darts in the still door In which your future life Sticks your self stare Ever so slightly in reverse Your eyes are earth Yet you can still see climbing through A soft spot in a clock Eating up the stiff fruit Of a photo gone awry