Flowers For Breakfast - tukepooh lyrics

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<b>tukepooh</b> by <i>Flowers For Breakfast</i><br />I hate dying

My hair

The colour purple

And sometimes a movie

Entering closed railway-stations

With hired iron gloves

I fake to die

On the stairs

Bleeding out of a tube

So who's scared of genuine

Display dolls, haunting you

On a horse of nightmares!

The steerability of your wheelbarrow

Is less satisfying

Than the way your pursuers ride horses

I hate dying

My hair

The colour purple

And sometimes a movie

Entering closed railway-stations

With hired iron gloves

I fake to die

On the stairs

Bleeding out of a tube

Bleeding out of a bottle

I'm bleeding out of my head

Tukepooh