Freelance Whales

Shut me up with your long tubesocks
They don't scream, "Hey, let's just be friends"
Look at both my inkwells brimming
I was much less understanding then
How many stars you think you possess
How many in your butterfly net
Build me a star in your forehead
You were so misunderstood back then
But I think I get you now
I think I get you now
This is me starring
In a stranger's nightmare
Ooo-weeeee
Don't let the bathwater get too high
You will be a flood of porcelain
The lines clawed on the inside
It's digging hard into your tiles
And we're going to flood this house
We're going to flood this house
This is me starring
In a stranger's nightmare