Golden locks Dripping, melting out of me Golden showers, showers The waste products of the body The waste products of the body Hair and fingernails We sit in a worn tea room, drinking worn tea Tea with lemon Chipped China, chipped China Honey, you just need to get laid, he says Your eyes look dull, and the hair lifeless and torn And my heart breaks, my heart breaks, and my mouth breaks And opens like a clam Opens like a clam I say nothing, but this is the day when pearls start shimming, pearls start growing Underneath my fingernails, like under ice. Frozen I can almost hear something and in the night My hair slowly melts to piss slowly, lock by lock A golden shower My body remembers in a distant memory I have hair all the way down to the ground Probably because Im lying on the bathroom floor But I imagine it is fastened there To the floorboards And I think to myself This is where I come from I think to myself This is where I come from The floor is old Wooden, old, worn And the walls creaking in the wind Lets steer this ship home Lets steer this ship home Golden showers, showers On a sea, on a sea of golden showers
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