Lyrics
I slept on a forgotten Tuesday
When the muse wouldn't come
I slept on a cartoon duvet
Watching the curtains run
I slept at a time before sleeping in and sleeping became fashionable
Drag my ankles: rodeo
Smoke me lightly like a queen bee
Morrissey in a perfect coma
Where the robot vacuum retches sparks like a six-inch Thor
Video apathy in a thumbnail tapestry
In a circle, circle, circle, circle, corner me
On the sleeves of her teeth
Lucozade
Drummer, go away
Rodeo
Smoke me lightly like a queen bee
Eeh-eeh-eeh
Rodeo
Smoke me lightly like a queen bee
Like a queen bee
I dreamed I could fly