Pudding Morphina

Pudding Morphina - Julien Dore

Written by：Julien Doré

And I was born dead in your home

Watching tv mum you're welcome

Into my car smelling pudding morphina

Wearing my elesses you should come

And eat all pets you could find

Between my sick teeth of monkey town

My sick brain

Is leaving my hand

My sick brain

Is squeezing my name

My feet are smelling like beer and bread

My nose ives funk rythm to them

Between my big balls of business man

I was learning in my bed

When you told me you were drunk

Thank you f**king pudding Morphina

And I'm f**king on Madonna

And I'm f**king on Srilanka

And I' m boring of your face

I'm still wearing your dress

In my room of Bambi Buddha

In my room of Bambi Buddha

And I was born in Morphina

I had to learn to breath and swim

Into my glasses of hospital

I'll send you stolen flowers

By ups car in your bath

At thirty six Cuckold Avenue

My sick brain

Is leaving my hand

My sick brain

Is squeezing my name

And I was born in Morphina

I had to learn to breath and swim

In to my glass of hospital