i’ve got a feeling deep inside
and it’s bubbling up
gotta stitch myself together
or i’m gonna go nuts
if you wanna hear me cry
just step in the queue
i’ve got tear ducts that mack trucks
could drive right through
like a zygote in your belly
splitting rapidly
hope this feeling doesn’t put me through
agony
cut it unborn
there’s a 6/8 shuffle
in the back of my head
it’s the incessant pounding
that’ll knock me dead
i’ve got a bellyache
like a bellyacher should
you built a pyre round me baby
and i supplied the wood
like a virus that has entered
a healthy cell
i’ve got bad superstition
like a warning bell
cut it unborn
i took a potion
i swallowed it down
tried to eliminate
this nasty-ass frown
it worked for a moment
but when i awoke
whatever i was feeling
went from specific to a broad stroke
now i’m casing the city
looking for a cure
someone to hold my hand
to make me feel pure
cut it unborn
