Peroxide Beach - Sloppy Jane

Imagine waking up in your own body

Naked on a brown leather couch

The room is unfamiliar, and all of a sudden, you are 95 years old

It’s hot in the room, and the temperature increases

As it passes back and forth between your newly wrinkled skin

And the genuine leather of the couch

You cannot get up, where would you run to?

You don’t even know where you are

Susan woke up every day wishing she had bigger hands, she said

«Am I the perfect woman, am I an

Unfinished man?»

She walked back home, she tried to grow her roots in sinking sand

She said, «he told me that he loves me, but he don’t know who I am and I’m just

Hangin' out on

Peroxide Beach

So sour, don’t got the power, don’t got the energy

So if you see the water start to get too deep

Just let me sleep

Just let me sleep

Just let me"

Hours have passed now or maybe they haven’t

The sun exploded years ago so it’s impossible to know

You notice that you and the couch are not very different

And you start to feel sick

You know you’ll be here forever

So is everything you’ve cared about before today rendered totally meaningless

Or is the weight of the world even greater with its loss?

Speaking of weight, I ate way too much fucking salt today

Holy shit

«And when my body bloats and wrinkles and my skin turns green and blue

I want the whole wide world to know I didn’t like a single one of you except for

Overdose Elvis, 'cause when you’re, when you’re dead you’re chillin'

And the King of the Jungle who’s about to leave the building

And I’m just

Hangin' out on

Peroxide Beach

So sour don’t got the power don’t got the energy"

So when you see Susan caught up in the

Undertow just let it go

Just let it go

Just let it

On the floor in front of you there’s a frozen metal spoon

You immediately pick it up and put it in your mouth

Hoping it’ll help you cool off

Horrified, you feel the silver melt around your tongue

You try to remove it, but it stretches and stretches like an infinite rope of

taffy

Drenched and claustrophobic, you try to cry

But all your body’s liquids have already poured out through your skin

You hear a voice ask

«Is she gonna be okay?

Does she need to go to the hospital?»

«Yes!

Help!»

you attempt, but it’s no use

The metal taffy has already hardened, locking your jaw shut

They were never listening anyway

«She'll be fine,» another voice replied

«Probably just sweating out the venom

Give her 'til Tuesday»

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne

Susan, Suzanne