Ben Wa Beets!

This song is not about Me,
about Michael’s confusion…
He cannot find Miss Muse,
all lost in collective dirtbox
And bouncing off a windshield,
then landing in a rainbow
So now why refrain?

Say hey your stuck in a rut
No inspiration, no you feel spayed
Why take a tourniquet,
albeit a Misfit
And wind it all around
your tiny arm and wind it out!
Wind it out!

You’ve got your curvy spine,
you’ve got your Orange-crush now
Everybody hurts…,
our Superman can do anything
Just like South Central Rain,
this songs sort of about him
O now why complain?
O now why complain?
Abusing one’s Religion!

Say hey your stuck in a rut
No inspiration, no your so spayed
Why take a tourniquet,
albeit a Misfit
And wind it all around
your tiny arm and wind it out!
Wind it out!

Is Morrissey your pen-pal,
can he be your bodyguard
Shiny un-Happy person,
do feel free Suedehead call him out
From underneath the bunker,
I’ll promise I won’t fall on U
So now why refrain?

Say hey your stuck in a rut
No inspiration, no your so spayed
Why take a tourniquet,
and wrap it all around
your tiny arm and watch,
as we wind it out and out and out
Wind it out!

You wear a Harbour Coat,
outside of the Moral Kiosk
That’s you in the corner,
do you feel free’er off the spot
Basking in the spotlight,
and calling all Radio Transmission
O now why complain?
O now why complain?
Abusing one’s Religion!

Say hey your stuck in a rut
No inspiration, no you feel spayed
Why take a tourniquet,
around your tiny arm
around my writer's cramp,
and watch me wind it out and out.

Hang in or hang out of the closet
Hang in or hang out of the closet
Hang in or hang out of the closet
Hang in or hang out of the closet
Come in or come out of the closet
Come in or come out of the closet
This song is not about me.
This song is not about me.


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