Let me correct you -- these are the lyrics as written by Peter Broderick himself on his website.
The link: peterbroderick.net/
HUMAN EYEBALLS ON TOAST
feathers and a cage too small
chemicals that make us tall too fast
too fast
all my friends look the same
all of us feel the same pain
always pain
artificial sunlight here
perfectly calibrated year
and it feels wrong
so every time i see a man
i dream about his face in a frying pan
human eyeballs on toast
but when they seared off my beak
i realized just how weak we are
we are
and if i had a bigger brain i’d surely find a way
to take my own life
i’d end it all right here before my meat is how they want it
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
but that might be the only part of my body
that you haven’t tried to change
my altered life is the worst miracle my peanut can’t imagine
mmmmhhhmmmmmmmm
Please correct them...
By the way this is my favorite song from Broderick.
Let me correct you -- these are the lyrics as written by Peter Broderick himself on his website. The link: peterbroderick.net/
HUMAN EYEBALLS ON TOAST
feathers and a cage too small chemicals that make us tall too fast too fast
all my friends look the same all of us feel the same pain always pain
artificial sunlight here perfectly calibrated year and it feels wrong
so every time i see a man i dream about his face in a frying pan human eyeballs on toast
but when they seared off my beak i realized just how weak we are we are
and if i had a bigger brain i’d surely find a way to take my own life i’d end it all right here before my meat is how they want it mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
but that might be the only part of my body that you haven’t tried to change my altered life is the worst miracle my peanut can’t imagine mmmmhhhmmmmmmmm
Please correct them... By the way this is my favorite song from Broderick.