Stumpwork

Come here, you little party hat
Let me squeeze you
And do your hair
Don't go over there

Chemical Brothers
Fatboy Slims
Peach nut
Peach nut

I thought I saw a young couple clinging to a round baby
But it was a bundle of trash and food
Trash and food
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

A ceremonial crawl-through
Designed to keep toads off the roads
Hot head

You know you've been written down in the big book
And on their bin it said "189 MOTHER"
You're just jealous of the star
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Crushed
Doo-doo-doo

I feel your approach
All the hairs on my arm raise up
Because you are wearing a fleece
That has become electrified
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Whatever

Woah, just killed a giant wolf!
Why are you revving?
Are you enjoying yourself?
By doing nothing and staring at the wall?
Busted
What I really love is to not use something to its full capacity
Not full power
Half its potential
Medium
Roman remains

I am not in charge of what I do
The only thing I could think to ask was
"Do you like stumpwork?"
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo