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Lyrics
Eight More Hits
© words and music by C. Stewart ( April 25, 2011
I got a hole in my head
Where a brain used to be
Does grey matter really matter
To the pretty young face
Inside this place that's
Makin my teeth chatter
She got a bowl on her head
Where cake used to be
Man, who blew the candle out
I'm wettin' my whistle
I'm a guided missle
My body needs to shout
CHORUS....
I took eight more hits of nuclear waste
And things began to swirl
Even the girl with peace'd out eyes
And the Shirley Temple curls
My heads inflated
I'm sedated
A little radiated blue
Falling down
Like a circus clown
With a blown out tennis shoe
When I placed a kiss
On the double moon of the
Spaced out birthday queen
All the stop signs
In my world
Turned flourescent green
CHORUS....
I took eight more hits of nuclear waste
And things began to swirl
Even the girl with peace'd out eyes
And the Shirly Temple curls
