Two Inch Astronaut Foulbrood
[Verse 1]
Saw them taking down the license
With firecracker casings all
Strewn about the street behind it
Too much fun to make the call
[Chorus]
I got a bad idea
I'm trying to ignore
But with every comb that comes along
There's a sting for every pore
Foulbrood drank 'em up
Bad mood, maybe vertigo
Is the fear that you're going to jump
And it might not be so bad
[Verse 2]
Lost the second he stepped outside
To commit suicide by cop
Cat calling the coroner to ask him
If he would pick him up
[Chorus]
I got a bad idea
I'm trying to ignore
But with every comb that comes along
There's a sting for every pore
Foulbrood drank 'em up
Bad mood, maybe vertigo
Is the fear that you're going to jump
And it might not be so bad
