There are bodies strewn
All over my bedroom floor
I don't know how they got there but I'm sure
It's the fuckers in their ships
Taunting everyone who walks
By as they sail through my front lawn
Through my bedroom window, not a window at all
But a hole that peasant left with his cannonball fun
They look so pretty
Pretty weak to have
Let it go on this long
There are still bodies
Thrown on my bedroom floor
I don't know how they got
There but I have a plan now
Sir they say we aren't really here
So don't just try to punish us
You are the one who has lost his mind.
We didn't bring the bodies
We didn't throw them on your floor
We didn't bring the bodies
We didn't throw them on your floor
You are the one who has lost his mind
They look so pretty
Pretty weak to have let it go on this long.
Sir they say we aren't really here
So don't just try to punish us
You are the one who has lost his mind
We didn't bring the bodies
We didn't throw them on your floor
You are the one who has lost his mind
They look so pretty
Pretty weak to have
Let it go on this long