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
