John Maus - Sleep lyrics

My eyes, they swell like pregnant breasts
When the sun stirs me from my gentle rest
My skin, it smells like black sick meat
And when I wake it wears like woolly putty
To die a rotting smelly sack of
Silly flesh that looks like sickness
With yellow jackets pecking at
My mumps disease
And from my mouth my tongue is hanging
Like a starving cord of nerves

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I would be happy mired in bacterial death
Wheezing in the ejaculation like
A lion after feasting yes, I would be happy
Oh, if only I could shoot
The sun through the navel
And pull it's guts right through
It with an anchor
Sleep hibernates the juices
And the starches, and the organs

While wild prostitutes gallop in
The fire pit's of my head
Beating drums and shooting stars
Out of the mouths
My eyes, they swell like pregnant breasts
When the sun stirs me from my gentle rest
My skin, it smells like black sick meat
To die a rotting smelly sack of meat