Psyche - Safari

I am only a deep cleaning agent

For your pores to absorb

Medicate for your nourishment

Scab is on me, a pain that I like to follow

Up my whole arm

To the place you made for yourself

Treat and help and prevent

Deep cleaning agent

Won’t you be my neighbor?

Let me feel like I know where I’m going

Take the kids, I don’t mind

I no longer can live this way

Take a shower, you’re drunk

Don’t you wanna look your best

For the drive-in on Elvis’s wedding day

I am aching for love

Won’t you fill a tank of

Unpardoned angel

I’ll be your primitive fate

Not when my hair runs dry

Hardly know what a pain Santa felt

When all the pigs drowned themselves

And got dragged in the undertow

Little children were dashed on the rocks

Before the queen had a ball

Come tonight to my new hotel

I am not quite

I’m in an infinite place

Not when my hair runs dry

Not when my hair runs