Dresser -

I’ve got a way with so much

Boffins in my life

In the ice in the snow

And here the baking of the mind

Made from nothing

She says there’s no such wood for this

In your language

So the only thing for you to do Is seated like a sandwich

He’s the dresser, he is distressed

Lost the feeling, locked in his legs

Oh I’m willing, oh it’s the gasp

Being here things never last

Do you have a taste?

Got a taste full taste

Feed to the… the cars

I can see clearly through the waste

And the only thing is me

I surrender

The only thing I seem to see

The end of our century

He’s the dresser, he is distressed

Lost the feeling, locked in his legs

Oh I’m willing, oh it’s the gasp

Being here things never last