Strange Cakes

A mouth of every wolf of every night
Rolling on the ground of every day
Always (always), on me (on me), always

Half of every rule that we will break
A quarter love, a quarter hate
Half of every lesson
A third of every scene
Never mean that much to me, oh

I know a fool only knows
He knows enough, enough, oh
Just blood and bones, a spark of the heart
And then when we turn to dust
And then when we turn to dust
And then when we turn to dust
Goodbye, goodbye

Rolling on the floor of every hour
Taking all of that there is to take
Always (always), on you (on you)
Always (always, always, always)

Owning everything there is to own
A little blood, a little bone
Shoving everything
Through every hole
Is not the way to go (oh)

I know a fool only knows
He knows enough, enough, oh
Just blood and bones, a spark of the heart
And then when we turn to dust
And then when we turn to dust
And then when we turn to dust
Goodbye, goodbye