If I'm the shell and hey it's easter
Crack me open and watch my yolk
Splutter out into your arms
Or at least it would if you had your arms open
For now I'll watch my yellow pity
Spill out onto the spare room floor
And place my ass in the centre of this cup
I'll watch you aim---shoot
Street lamps have heated my stomach up
Way too much
And the night air has
Inflated my head
Way above
Anything else...
...Before, is that what they said
Is that what they all think or
Is that what they all know?
Of course, full of gas so I can fly away
Translucent agenda and late night hotels
Bedroom floors oh bedroom floors
Toilet bowls my second home
(2x)
The sun is only talking to me
When my mouth is dry and tied shut
Warap me up in telephone wires
Disconnect my hormones I'll be right back here
Street lamps have heated my stomach up
Way too much
And the night air has
Inflated my head
Way above
Anything else...
My head
So it's in the guess
People I don't know
Where the place got hight
For my hater
My head
So I can fly away
Translucent agenda and late night hotels
Bedroom floors oh bedroom floors
Toilet bowls my second home
(2x)
One more year...
Come on...
The shit...
Writer(s): John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
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