Drip Drop
Stakka Bo
The Great Blondino (1995)

Drip drop - and miss me,
now where did I go?
Drip drop - I'm tipping over,
a fix overload.

Drip drop - and miss me,
now where did I go?

Drip drop - and miss me,
now where did I go? (now where did I go?)
Drip drop - I'm tipping over,
a fix overload.

I fell so defecated
in all the things I do.
Extrorsed from inside to out,
I would say that it cramps me this
obsolete and tight mind tattoo.
My youth was hungrier, no doubt
it makes me nervous,
makes me nervous
this balance, I say
I'm cracking up
on no in and only out.
An ongoing silly misalliance
between the dumb and the feasible spout.
I really need, really need to reverse myself.
I'm like a fridge with an open door
with all the fresh and sound stuff
on every single shelf
dripping down and messing up the floor.
Dripping down and messing up the floor.

Drip drop - and miss me,
now where did I go? (now where did I go?)
Drip drop - I'm tipping over,
a fix overload.

This balance, this balance
is hard to entertain.
This balance is a Sysiphean task.
I wonder where I can find a souterrain,
cus it's time for me to remodel the mask.
I don't like being this semipermeable.
What gets in is only hallow and poor.
Why don't I let myself be irreducable
so I can strengthen my minds commisures.
I really need, yes indeed,
to save my sinking soul
from inefficient drainage.
Intro, not extro, would be my new parole.
What insulator stops the damage?
What insulator stops the damage?
What insulator stops the damage?

Drip drop - and miss me,
now where did I go? (now where did I go?)
Drip drop - I'm tipping over,
a fix overload.

It makes me nervous,
makes me nervous
this balance, I say
I'm cracking up on no in and only out.
An ongoing silly misalliance
between the dumb and the feasible spout.

Drip drop - and miss me,
now where did I go? (now where did I go?)
Drip drop - I'm tipping over,
a fix overload.

Drip drop - and miss me,
now where did I go? (now where did I go?)
Drip drop - I'm tipping over,
a fix overload. (a fix overload)