Pudding Morphina - Julien Doré

And I was born dead in your home

Watching TV mum you’re welcome

Into my car smelling pudding morphina

Wearing my elesses you should come

And eat all pets you could find

Between my sick teeth of monkey town

My sick brain

Is leaving my hand

My sick brain

Is squeezing my name

My feet are smelling beer and bread

My nose gives funk rhythm to them

Between my big balls of business man

I was Learning in my bed

When you told me you were drunk

Thank you fucking pudding morphina

And I’m fucking on Madonna

And I’m fucking on Sri Lanka

And I’m boring of your face

I’m still wearing your dress

In my room of Bambi Buddha

In my room of Bambi Buddha

And I was born in morphina

I had to learn to breath and swim

Into my glass of hospital

I’ll send you stolen flowers

By UPS car in your bath

At Thiry six cuckold avenue

My sick brain

Is leaving my hand

My sick brain

Is sqeezing my name

And I was born in morphina

I had to learn to breath and swin

Into my glass of hospital