[Verse 1]
Oh yeah, my head feels like it's about to split
Seeing my shrink biweekly, she says it's just nervousness
Lack of sleep don't got nothing to do with the way I piss
Mother's so worried, said she don't like seeing me like this
[Verse 2]
Oh my, spend my life depending on scripts
Kids at school ignore me, say they don't like atheists
Guess I ain't complaining 'cause I ain't desired to speak to them since
I don't got time for heaven with a bounty on my head
[Chorus]
Oh yeah it's come I been dragged a long way home for this
All will we be well on the western front, that's where I'm headed
To enlightenment!
Oh yeah it's come I been dragged a long way home for this
All will we be well on the western front, that's where I'm headed
To enlightenment!
[Verse 3]
I've decided I don't believe in love and that I never did
Even that time we threw our clothes to the side
And jumped into that pond behind your house
You clung to me for warmth while I was too busy
Thinking about the grimy feeling between my toes!
Grimy feeling, grimy feeling between my toes!
Grimy feeling, grimy feeling between my toes!
Grimy feeling, grimy feeling between my toes!
[Outro]
You clung to me for warmth!
You clung to me for warmth!
You clung to me for warmth!
You clung to me for warmth!
Conch was written by Nouns.
Conch was produced by Hunter Clifton Mann.