A handful of elf pee -- thats my soul
Spray it all over, fill the bowl
Legs astride, an axe to grind
Generous actions with the speed of light
Without you my life would be boring
Under the iceberg theres a tomb
Working the way up, picking a hole in the cocoon
A bucket of tiger pee come with me
Bottoms up, reaching a dream
Without you my life would be boring
What if we cant make it but we say that we can?
Shaking the habitual -- relate it to time
Were laughing at the future and we cry bout the past
Im holding on forever but how long will forever last
Without you my life would be boring
The piss is territorial
