Fat

When we were kids we ran like INTERPOL
I killed a copper with a puck of coal
Put a rock through a saint, made a stained-glass hole
In the back of the class, we giggled, sniffing rush
The best of friends, we rode the Islington bus
Your gum was sweet but the chewing was tough
I got drunk, I threw up on gin I mixed with orange stuff
This dream we call familiar
Is like death in golden wraps
Now if that’s true and we both know that
I’m sorry if I said you were…
Bye bye, Mr. No One
Bye bye, Mr. Woebegone
I cracked my head when I fell from the highest rung
Two poster children wagging blue-green tongues
Drank pop, ate Pez, laid down and played dumb
Crashed through a snow fence, some stitches were sewn
Your face was a window, I crawled from my home
My life was yours, your blood was my own
I don’t know what I would have done if you never ever left me alone
This dream we call familiar
Is like death in golden wraps
Now if that’s true and we both know that
I’m sorry if I said you were fat
(And I know you still don’t like me for that.)
Hey! I don’t even know who you are
I don’t even know why I came
I can’t remember your name
Everyone’s a robot when you’re a zombie
I don’t even know who you are
Everyone’s a robot when you’re a zombie
You look like someone’s been shot
You look like someone you’re not
Everyone’s a robot when you’re a zombie
(Stony.)