I have Vincent's ear.
I figure that I have Vincent's ear. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
I know that the room-the bloody kitchen
must have turned into my head.
At the end of the corridor--this warmthless jail-walk-- Dead Man Walking seventy-two steps,
These bleached white walls
Staring at you, staring right THROUGH you.
They're reflective.Screaming, Swearing, giving you the finger.
Yeah yeah yeah sucker you wanna crawl to your head again, eh?
You reach out your hands to the knob and try to turn turn turn
TURN it and it doesn't so you turn again
HARDER this time and harder again
And again. Oh God let me in let me in
Where is my mind
Where is my mind where is mmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy mind
I need to get in and just have a look just let me peep in to have a look so that I can be relieved
No. the fucking kitchen has gone Right INTO my fucking head.
Everyone comes to ransack it.Pluck at it.
Smoke and eat and drink like a swine In my head.
Every bloody person
Turns my bloody knob
Presses my bloody button
Presses my bloody control button emergency button
To come to my head to smash my brains to beat the shit out of me.
Everyone.
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBANGBANGBANG
And then they Laugh
A good laugh, a pretty damn good laugh
They Chuckle
Giggle.
And Chuckle some more.
Until forever and the end of forever
To infinity and beyond.
And they eat there they FUCK there they talk Shit about other people
ALOUD and They
Chuckle
Giggle.
And Chuckle some more.
There, all in my HEAD
Pus Pus Pus Pus and BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
Here we go again.They're enjoying it.enjoying the BAM The slam. The crackling open of my head. And it starts to smell, my head, of
Yucky Vomitty Thick English Extra MATURE Cheddar, the smell of mould, Of germs, of pus and Mouth-and-Foot
Come my Vincent. Come. Be my Tyler Durden. So that I can feel safe. So that I can find solace. Feel okay.In your eardrum, I?ll curl up to sleep. And feel safe, and hear nothing, of the
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM