Drop Db

And I'm living off of grass

And the drippings from my ceiling

It's okay to eat fish

'Cause they don't have any feelings

(finger this like a normal open )

Something in the way, mmm

Something in the way, yeah, mmm

Something in the way, mmm

Something in the way, yeah, mmm

Underneath the bridge

The tarp has sprung a leak

And the animals I've trapped

Have all become my pets

And I'm living off of grass

And the drippings from my ceiling

It's okay to eat fish

'Cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way, mmm

Something in the way, yeah, mmm