Aerial Head

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Tuesday, yeah, it's 3: 45
I put my best star human skin on
Couldn't feel more alive
Ran an errand on 11th
Then I clocked out on 8th
Came across billboard thick as brick like a grave
It stood just like a palm tree
Casting shade on my head
And gave a holographic message
This is just what it said

We got the
Sunshine in a taste
The only thing your mind wants
That sweet decay
There's no surprise
Fill me up till my body aches
False hopes supplied to ya
Sunshine in a taste

So I belled up mothership
ET phone home
To give a 3 point star review
On these Big Bag of Bones
Then I found a telebox
For my Aerial head
Don't wanna stick up those antennae
Where I lay my sweet bed
Ignorance softly embrace me
She's a gift and a curse
And I'll proceed this world untainted
Are those famous last words

We got the
Sunshine in a taste
The only thing your mind wants
That sweet decay
There's no surprise
Fill me up till my body aches
False hopes supplied to ya
Sunshine in a taste

You can't disobey
Those four-letter words
And mankind was made
The four-letter words
They'll give you no breaks
What you deserve?
Don't make no mistakes
Four-letter words, with four-letter words
With four-letter words, with four-letter words

Shine in a taste
That sweet decay
Till my body aches
Shine in a taste