Egg — Mr Bungle
Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated
Egg...
La la la la la la la La la la la la la la
Boiling hard in euphemism Slowly becoming part of the water Like a frog who never knows The jacuzzi's getting hotter
La la la la la la la La la la la la la la
How'd you know I was looking at you If you weren't looking at me?
A stagnant pale perfume Conceived to block the pores The clotting glands encroach The endless comfort of a mom Deep inside my tanning salon Wishing life was poached
La la la la la la la La la la la la la la
I can't seem to differentiate Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take I just want to fertilize you
La la la la la la la La la la la la la la
The cracks finally appear Release cholesterol tears The flooded cyst drains itself of pus The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk So as she drives she'll close her eyes Feel it warming up inside
Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated
Egg...
Oh an egg comes out of a chicken Oh a chicken comes out of an egg
There's no place like home...