Tears On Fresh Fruit

Just when you've found your way to the boiler room They come to dig you out with picks and shovels and acetylene torches I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit Behind the bony walls of my skull there was playing a lullaby La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la We're just trying to be free of our bodies Our stomachs full of liquor and our lungs full of water I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit Behind the bony walls of my skull there was playing a lullaby La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, la