The Lick - Shame

This is how it starts

So in the past week I've made several trips to the gynecologist

He was surprised to see me standing there

With my golden ticket hanging out of my left pocket

As I entered the building I saw large

Acrylic paintings span the ceiling

And the stale smell of silicone clung

To the wall

I breathed it in I breathed it out

I thought nothing of it then

And I think nothing of it now

I think nothing of it now

Salutations are in order

To welcome forth our sweet disorder

So why don't you sit in the corner of your room

Sit in the corner of your room

And download the next greatest track to your MP3 device

So sincerely recommended to you by the New Musical Express

You can pick it up

Plug it in

And have it ready for free-roaming material before you know it

Then you can stroll on round

To your friend's house and play it loud and proud

As you sit around in a circle and skip one minute

And thirty seconds into the chorus

So we can all sing along and gaze and marvel

At the four chord future

'Cause that's what we want

That's what we need

Something we can touch

Something we can feel

Something that's relatable not debatable

Relatable not debatable

Relatable not debatable

Relatable not debatable

Salutations are in order

To welcome forth our sweet disorder

I don't want to be heard if you're the only one listening

Bathe me in blood and call it a christening

I don't want to be heard if you're the only one listening

Bathe me in blood and call it a christening

Bathe me bathe me bathe me in blood

Bathe me bathe me bathe me in blood

And that's how it ends