Texty: Man Man. Rabbit Habits.

Don't you dare say that you heard worse
that the end was coming soon
and your eyes shine like Oppenheimer's
as he talks about the boom

and he don't even taste the food he eats anymore,
and theres a space a place where his heart was before
and he don't even taste the food he eats anymore and
she don't want to dine alone
and he don't want to die alone
and she wants to live to eat

don't you dare say that you heard worse
that the end was coming soon.
and your eyes shine Enola Gay like
as you see the light of day

and he don't even taste the food he eats anymore,
and there's a space a place where his heart was before
and he don't even taste the food he eats anymore and
he don't want to dine alone
and she don't want to die alone
and he wants to eat to live

You're an elegant, little pelican
and all your sorrows are stacked amongst your nest of friends
and over time defined by how you carry on
and all of the tore songs you keep inside
and all of the songs that hang in the night
even after you're gone