This 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 9 months til' the Doc cut me loose.
My mother was filled will popcorn, soaked in strawberry hill wounds.

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 as clear as glass between my fingers 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.