Vacation Brain

Kiersty's mind's blown in her room
She knows it's June but knows not why
Kiersty's mind blows slow flute swoons
She knows the tunes but knows not where from
In a time zone with no noon
She hops a spoon and sleds to water
In the snow cone cold, wet womb
She shakes her broom-blond hair like God then

She can't decide
So her body says it'll make her make
Make her make her mind
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
She can't decide
So her body says it'll make her make
Make her make her mind
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Kiersty's spine grows to the moon
Her threaded loom of skin, the sky's shell
Kiersty's smile snows teeth like tombs
She rents three rooms in heaven hotel

But she can't decide
So her body says it'll make her make
Make her make her mind

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Kiersty's mind's blown in her room
She knows it's June so what's to say?
Kiersty flies home, sleeps till noon
It's summer soon so what's the day?

Well she can't decide
So her body says it'll make her make
Make her make her mind
She can't decide
So her body says it'll make her make
Make her make her mind
She can't decide
So her body says it'll...
Like a vegetable