[Verse 1]
There's a roving cloth in my mouth
Magnifying my electrical breath
There is nothing it can't amplify
It sheds light on love and loves death
It's heard me weep, spur and scream
It's made me sound fat than lean
[Chorus]
I bit the head off my old microphone
My fifty-seventy mice with a groan
I sing into it, pre-empt as hot
Twisting the insides of my throat
[Verse 2]
And I guess it's more likely than not
It will be there when I finally croak
Precursive and warm, with edge
She can take all she is fed
[Chorus]
I bit the head off my old microphone
My fifty-seventy mice with a groan
Na-na-na-na, just didn't cut it today
Oh-la-la-la, got stuck in some mud far away
[Bridge]
Precursive and warm, with edge
She can take all she is fed
[Chorus]
I bit the head off my old microphone
My fifty-seventy mice with a groan
Oh-la-la-la, got stuck in some mud far away
Na-na-na-na, just didn't cut it today