I slept on a forgotten Tuesday When the muse wouldn't come I slept on a cartoon duvet Watching the curtains run I slept at a time before sleeping in and sleeping became fashionable Drag my ankles: rodeo Smoke me lightly like a queen bee Morrissey in a perfect coma Where the robot vacuum retches sparks like a six-inch Thor Video apathy in a thumbnail tapestry In a circle, circle, circle, circle, corner me On the sleeves of her teeth Lucozade Drummer, go away Rodeo Smoke me lightly like a queen bee Eeh-eeh-eeh Rodeo Smoke me lightly like a queen bee Like a queen bee I dreamed I could fly