Head Shrinker - Extra life

Fancylad, fancylad

How did you blow your inheritance, fancylad?

Sing me your parents' embarrassment, fancylad

Sing to me your pink-flowering thorn

You never asked to be born

Your woes, they shine like tiny gemstones

What an exquisite collection, such an exquisite collection

Shall I tell you whether they’re real or not

Before I cut them to perfection?

The better to bedeck you

What an exquisite collection

Fancylad, fancylad

How did you blow your inheritance, fancylad?

Sing me your parents' embarrassment, fancylad

Sing to me your pink-flowering thorn

You never asked to be born

Your wound, wherever did you find it?

Wet-petalled like a vagina

Shall I straighten this crooked boutonniere?

It shouldn’t be pinned onto your coat

Plant it deep in your heart’s hole

Wherever did you find it?

Fancylad, fancylad

How shall I write your biography, fancylad?

Five hundred diary pages about your dad

Sing to me your pink-flowering thorn

You never asked to be born

You never asked to be born

You’ll live, you’ll live, you’ll live

All cried out like a girl but you’ll live

Mama’s little mixed-up man

You’ll live, you’ll live, you’ll live

All cried out like a girl but you’ll live

Mama’s little mixed-up man