Low Pop Suicide - No Genius lyrics

Counting by numbers

And working out the shit,

Coulda been a contender--

But that...didn't rhyme...

Lonely girls are my favorite

Pass the gravy

Got a helping hand

This one to the man in the overcoat, I think

He's just fine and dandy

You got a mouth on you

Like a dog from hell

So, spill out the novelty

And fix up a needle

Santa's little helper has found his rainbow

Donchya know-ho?

Come back hidin'

And come back soon

Found my Heaven

Inside a spoon

Crawl me up

Don't be frills

Got myself

A good kind of thrill