Slippershell Songtext
von Throwing Muses

Use of soap
The soft shelled
The porous
Morons like me
And you′re not sorry

Piece of cake
To shake off
Principles
All her bond scribbles
And pretty virtue

Crushed into the bottom of mud yellow sand
Like a slipper shell
Chrome like phosphorescentine and mud yellow skin
You're a slipper shell
And you can go to hell


Hard water
Down your throat
Down your back
Hard to say it′s hard luck
When you're so happy

Hard to say it's hard luck
When we had it coming

Crushed into the bottom of mud yellow sand
Like a slipper shell
Chrome like phosphorescentine and mud yellow skin
You′re a slipper shell
And you can go to hell

Maybe see me there

Can′t you see it's a whiteout
Made of chrome
Can′t you see the whiteout
It's why I piss alone
It′s why I can't go home

A wallet full of fat
Belly full of milk
You′re touching me, deeply fulfilled
You're very old
You're very new
You′re touching me, deeply confused


Can′t you see it's a whiteout
Made of chrome
Can′t you see the whiteout
It's why I piss alone
It′s why I can't go home

Can′t you see the whiteout
Can't you see the whiteout
Can't you see the whiteout
Now

I guess you don′t
I guess you don′t
I guess you don't
I guess you don′t
I guess you don't
I guess you don′t
I guess you don't