My gut is burning.
Won't you find me some water?
Hey, just forget it can you bring me gasoline
And collect a couple forks,
Hold them three feet apart
And wait for lightening to strike to burn me up?
Cause don't think that I have got the stomach
To stomach calling you today.
My head is swirling.
Its been carried off in the sky
And where it land is where it lands.
I guess that I will get another head
And then get on with my life
And leave you somewhere beneath the waves of time.
And I'll wear glass shoes and plastic wrap.
No, I'll just wear my insides.
You want to know who I really am?
Yeah, so do I.
Cause don't think that I have got the stomach
To stomach calling you today.
Right now, I am turning off the lights
Cause I don't think
I have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.