Mourning Widows

Shes my baby. She is a Raygun
Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun
She is my sunshine. My only sunshine
Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice.
Shes temp, shes temp
She got a special place for you
Shes temp, Shes temp
Underneath her favorite pair of shoes
Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread
Playing catch with living skulls
Hurry up, somebodys dead, were still alive
She my baby, she got the big gulp
Devour my soul food over and over
Trouble breathing, my world is strangling
Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on
Shes temp, Shes temp
Shes into nucleo and nucliete
Shes temp, Shes temp
She makes me feel like Im hovering
580 meters over Hiroshima
Just a piece of sun
On your skin I burn a home
Lying lotion soothes the pain
Peel me off before I fall
Shes to blame, she seems a bit insane
She likes it when it rains all day long
Happiness is knockin, but she cries
Then turning out the light she runs at night
[ The Temp Lyrics ]