Mr Centipede
Fill my heart, oh, Mr. Centipede
It's a shorthand for more, such spacious wonder
I've been collecting the weight of birds
I can't take this anymore
This sight anymore, oh (I can't take it)
I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright
I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright
Locked in a basement, do you feel alright?
Locked in a basement, do you feel alright?
And my heart is the centerpiece
Are we programmed for more, am I left to ponder
I've been collecting the weights of birds?
I can't take this anymore, anymore
I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright
I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright
Locked in a basement, do you feel alright?
Locked in a basement, do you feel alright?
(You must be done, living life up on the shelf
I want to take you off the map, please me take you somewhere else)
(You must be done, living life up on the shelf
I want to take you off the map, please me take you somewhere else)
I can't take this anymore
I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright
I'm a saint yeah, I feel alright
Locked in a basement, do you feel alright?
Locked in a basement, do you feel alright?
(Feel alright)
Writer/s: GREGORY GARBOWSKY, JOHN CAHILL LAWLESS, RYAN LIESTMAN, JOHN LLOYD TAYLOR
