Fish in a Womb

There's a slice in my neck

It's been there since before i was born

I was breathing like a fish in a womb

In a tank full of fluid

I did nine months

Till the doc cut me loose

My mother was filled with popcorn

Soaked in strawberry hill boones

Every day is like the first

But with a harder head

Every day is like the first

But with a harder head

That slice in my neck

It's oozing jelly clear as glass

Between my finger and my thumb

It'll stretch for inches between the bones

Every day is like the first

But with a harder head

Every day is like the first

But with a harder head