<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