Trip Shakespeare - Your Mouth lyrics

Your mouth is my apartment in the evening Back down to the work again It's no place for a living man I ride around on the ice cream bicycle Dreamsicle in my hand Once over the park again I sing bombpop'll do you well I wait for day to be night again Ringin' that foolish bell Your mouth is my apartment in the evening And I sleep in a ruby dark bed Back down in the dust again I see a vision that I cannot stand Another vendor on a bicycle bender Lollipops in his hand Once over the park again I sing bombpop'll do you well I wait for day to be night again Ringin' that foolish bell Your mouth is my apartment in the evening And I sleep in a ruby dark bed And I work in the flames (No love shines down) But if your lips would invite me (to come round) I would fly like a starling from the mountain face To your world and a resting place Whoah oooh, oh, oh, oh oh Your mouth is my apartment in the evening And I sleep in a ruby dark bed Your mind is like a spaceship that the angels might fly And I ride any place in your head Any place in your head Any place in your head Any place in your head Any place in your head