Texty: Blind Melon. Soup. Wilt.

Hair raising shake you're much too late
you should have jumped a couple of cars before
Now if I may I'll walk away
I'm selling Silly Putty door to door
Up on the roof it seems to help
If I can keep a little bit of disease
As its feeding on me
You see it's bringing me to my knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt

Come right away and help me bathe away
the filthy feeling, frigid and cold
Biting my nails to the fairy tales
About the magic monkey's total control
I got Indian Ken anis fleabag friends
With their buckets full of elephant ears

And he's breathing on me

His breath is bringing me to my knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt