Blueberry Ketchup

Take off the probability
That you'll remember your memories
Your treasury

You should eat her jewelry
Maybe then, you might just see
That life isn't a fantasy
It shakes up, like a jungle
And it's full of noisy monkeys
Presidents and junkies
Ahh, ahh

They poisoned us
But hey man, good luck
I'll take my turn
That's what I've learned

The mastermind
Behind the perfect disguise
That's when you consent
To your own homicide

Oh, you're getting comfortable
In a place like this
Tell me son, how do you live?
Just knowing that there's more
With your feet stuck to the floor
Ahh, ahh

So, you smeared your shit across her wall?
And told her that you'd seen it all?
And you could lock her up in just one call?
You could lock her up in just one call
I've taken all the pictures
Such an unhealthy mixture
Oh
Oh, oh