Lyric The Temp

She s my baby. She is a Raygun
Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun
She is my sunshine. My only sunshine
Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice.

She s temp, she s temp
She got a special place for you
She s temp, She s temp
Underneath her favorite pair of shoes

Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread
Playing catch with living skulls
Hurry up, somebody s dead, we re still alive

She my baby, she got the big gulp
Devour my soul food over and over
Trouble breathing, my world is strangling
Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on

She s temp, She s temp
She s into nucleo and nucliete
She s temp, She s temp
She makes me feel like I m hovering
580 meters over Hiroshima

Just a piece of sun
On your skin I burn a home
Lying lotion soothes the pain
Peel me off before I fall

She s to blame, she seems a bit insane
She likes it when it rains all day long
Happiness is knockin , but she cries
Then turning out the light she runs at night