I travel through emotions
Like a businessman through promotions
I travel in my rainbow coloured ship
Bisexual and all hot and shit

Decorated graveyards
Just for me to sway on
And your feelings displayed
For my giving heart to play on

But when my shit breaks down
I attempt to turn around
My love and my sex
I gave to whomever I impressed

But when my ship breaks down
I cannot turn around
So I live in the attic
In the house by that wet pond