Egg

Mr. Bungle

Rotting from the inside

Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love

The self's coagulated



Egg...



La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la



Boiling hard in euphemism

Slowly becoming part of the water

Like a frog who never knows

The jacuzzi's getting hotter



La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la



How'd you know I was looking at you

If you weren't looking at me?



A stagnant pale perfume

Conceived to block the pores

The clotting glands encroach

The endless comfort of a mom

Deep inside my tanning salon

Wishing life was poached



La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la



I can't seem to differentiate

Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take

I just want to fertilize you



La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la



The cracks finally appear

Release cholesterol tears

The flooded cyst drains itself of pus

The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk

So as she drives she'll close her eyes

Feel it warming up inside



Rotting from the inside

Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love

The self's coagulated



Egg...



Oh an egg comes out of a chicken

Oh a chicken comes out of an egg



There's no place like home...