Needle, fetal
Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me, oh yeah
And you see that synthetic therapy
Don't you know, it seems to be so unappealing
But, oh what a feeling
I wish that you would stop spitting
When you're talking to me
And inside, air dry
I might want to go another way
But you see now, I'm too pale to get out
Into the lovely light of day
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
I wish that you would stop spitting
When you're talking to me
I'm talking to myself more (x6)
Man to man, stand to stand
Two by
four
hey Talking to myself