Moving through the slipstream
There go my groceries
Moving through the void
Making my children paranoid
Call me Gyarados, just come and find me, unwind me
Make me comatose in your diary
Don't try to unf** what you've already f**ed cuz ya know it's already in perpetual hell
You're alright, you're okay, cuz no matter how much you f** up, you'll get drunk at the end of the day
In the pit of my stomach
I feel at home here, I feel at home here
In the pit of my stomach
I feel at home here, I feel at home here
In the pit of my stomach
I feel at home here, I feel at home here
In the pit of my stomach