Lyrics
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Let's look at the geophase
Let's wait for the results from the geophase
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Spent £17 on mushrooms for you
'Cause I'm silly
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
This week is holy week
I just wanted to tell you I've got scabs on my head
It's useless to live
I've been thinking about eating that hotdog for hours
Kiss me, better leave only when we must
While someone holds the door
Too much to about
So don't ask
It's useless to live
I just want to tell you I got scabs on my head
Made me realize
My own ambition in life is to rip the roots of you hair
Just want to be liked
Ten blades, dearth and wealth
Flower brick painted in blue
On the sloping edge of hours of flowers
On the front, Chinese landscape
On the side, figures in a Dutch landscape
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
In a painted foreground at the bottom
Is a famous anamorphic
Which when we examine more
Is revealed to be human skull
It's seems like a lot of garlic
Lonely beyond lovely
You just want to be liked
I like you, stay
It's Europe
Just an emo, dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
