Molly Zenobia Porcupine
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
I've got a porcupine...
Mustang convertible.
I've got a couple more pricks.
Did the umbrella work under your acid?
Is the fire there after you rain?
I'm coming down again but,
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
He laughs and he cries
in the corner of the bar alone.
Unaware that the lamp was deaf,
and no one really listens anyway.
Looking in alleys...
feeding on flies and tribulations.
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
I'm walking, I'm talking, I can't see where I'm going.
I've got a couple more pricks.
I've got a couple more tears...
