Seahorses Testo

Give yourself up, you've been made
Fourteen finger guns aimed at your face
You're the tissue and the nose
They're all cinemas
You blow and blow and blow and blow

Security, policeman, citizens arrest anyone anything
You love to butt your heads together forever
A mongoose to a heard of moose
You screech and hoot through stamping hooves Candle ladies, reversing at the same time

You're the large crown, the moustache
You're the cattle prod to my ass
We are seahorses in a seahorse store
We are seahorses spurting more and more and more

Security, policeman, citizens arrest anyone anything
You love to butt your heads together forever
Wire net, garbage bag, alleyway searcher with a plastic badge
Come on do your pageant walk for the masses

Take it away Eric!