Put all your sorrows under the pillow
You’ve got your hoopoe and your snail curled up in a fist
And your animals were taught how hurt the right way
But I know how to use my golden scourge to fuck you down to your place
Do you remember their hands sinking in your tea cup?
Put all your sorrows under the pillow
My family’s members are heaven citizens
From that day I collect grapefruit rinds and thumbprints
I can’t sleep at night following my memory corrupted by the evil
And I rinse my throat with vine while you devour your citrus
Put all your sorrows under the pillow
Of the luxury hotel bed
How do you know it? Waiting for another mission
With your expensive tie at the back of the chair
Grapefruit rind. You clearly know what is approved
Alarm clock is mourning and working day starts
Conscience is clear and your pistol is in your hand
Put all your sorrows under the pillow
Anyway I will find you.