Pulp Baby by The Systematics Lyrics

Living in disposal chutes and rotting in a Holden Ute
Pulp baby you and I
Carrying a megaton and hiding from the trees
Pulp baby you and I
I want to call my baby baby
I call our baby baby but not my baby
My love is like a piece of fruit that’s rotting in a bowl
It's soft and brown and starts to stink
If it's not thrown away
I feel like a rat bag when I'm in the kitchen of our home
And I have my peeled banana poked
Into the blender of your Mixmaster
And come up with a
Pulp baby, pulp baby, pulp baby (x4)
Working on a [coffee can] a parasite of industry
Pulp baby in a bowl
Tying [mrs’] tourniquets by stroboscopic light
Pulp baby in a bowl
Pulp baby to the bone
My love is like the tampon prehistoric women used
It's hot and brown and starts to stink
If it's left in the cave too long
I can suck the baby from your nipple with my vacuum hose
And we can escape the rancid blood
That’s shooting from the drain of the kitchen sink
And holding on to
Pulp baby, pulp baby, pulp baby (x4)
We were so surprised to find our baby in your Mixmaster
And we had the television on
But baby made the picture fill with snow
We gave it to a
Pulp baby, pulp baby, pulp baby (x4)
None of this means anything except the piece that makes the thing
Pulp baby you and I
I woke up this morning, found out overnight my body’d changed
Someone else’s arms and legs and hands
Were clutching at the sheets I knew were mine
Exchanged me for a
Pulp baby, pulp baby, pulp baby (x4)
How I wish my life could be just like a tape loop going round
Everything the same, each day the same
And go on my secure infinity splice
Just you and I and
Pulp baby, pulp baby, pulp baby (x4)