Letras:Mountain Goats, The. All Up The Seething Coast.

I eat a couple Milky Ways for breakfast

I take my coffee light and sweet

Show up for dinner when you tell me to

I heap the sugar high and white on everything I eat



Carry an apple in my pocket

I write reminders on my skin

Clip meaningless pictures from old magazines

I tape them to the walls

It's a bad place I'm in



And nothing you can say or do will stop me

And a thousand dead friends can't stop me



I go back to places I remember

See what's been going on without me

Stare down the strangers at the bus stop

Pretend they've been gossiping about me



White sugar by the spoonful

Canteloupes and grapes and watermelons

I force it down like it was medicine

Anybody asks you tell 'em what you want to tell 'em

But the best you've got is powerless against me

All your little schemes break when they come crashing up against me

Ahh