Broken cones are hiding behind my eyes

I make my last move in the violet skies

I'm horny, hungry, hopeful for your hand

A plastic bag's no suitcase for my man

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Take a moment, take two days, take years

Indifference is a virtue amongst your peers

So happy, healthy, humble as we speak

The streets are filled with ordinary peeps

But the harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day
Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day