Mad For Medusa

Bigfoot step over me
And spare me from embarrassing defeat
Numb to the thought existing
I'd be ecstatic
Would the find complete the puzzle for me?
I could be fiction from the entry
The entry

What do you think you know?
I know it's okay now
Lay down more stupid rules
That only I apply to

I'm mad for Medusa
But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic
And now you know

If I call it how I see it
I may never call it
And your teeth, you talk and talk
And I never follow
If you repeat what you hear
You won't be repeating, be repeating, be repeating
Anything to anyone

I'm mad for Medusa
But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic
And now you know

Amelia, I may never meet you
Maybe the ocean's where you rest
Bermuda, I may never see you
Just because no one's coming back
Along came a spider
That crawled inside her
Now I think that

I'm sick for Christians' sake
But frozen with fear of God, the earthquake
And now you know

I'm mad for Medusa
But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic
And now you know