Bill Bailey - Oblivion
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Sometimes I like to put my hand in hot soup Press my eye into a hoola hoop Turn my back on the human race Smash some flapjack (?!) into my face I see you, your skin is pale Your lip ring glitters beneath your veil I stable my tongue to catch your eye Kneeled on my knee but you passed me by I press my face against the hot milk steamer I slash myself with the lid of a hot pipe creamer I press my hand into the slushee whirrer I stab myself in the leg with a sharpened coffee stirrer The only way, the only way that you will see me Is if I cut myself And bleed on your panini I bleed on your panini You're so cold, you're so cold, you're getting colder If you were a DVD your region would be polar You strip my mind like a penny in some cola You bleed me out, bleed me out like ebola Bleed me out, bleed me out like ebola I BLEED ON YOUR PANINI I BLEED I stole some pins from the noticeboard I pressed them into my hand and they spelled why Why Why did they spell why? Because there weren't enough pins for oblivion Oblivion