I smell the sound of a growing gash   With pop sensibilities   K Q E D   It's a tune that equals you      I feel Hallelujah   I fail Bulemia   I'm frail Hallelujah   I fell salting the back of a snail      And this is worship and this is tribute   Am I crumbling, ripping and failing?   Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in   And, and you fit in      K Q E E E E E E D   It's a tune that equals you      I feel Hallelujah   I fail Bulemia   I'm frail Hallelujah   I fell salting the back of a snail      And am I worshiping or am I tributing?   Loving, crumbling, ripping and failing   My Turkish prison is knowing I fit in   And, and I fit in      Feeding time an old friend of mine   At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah   Que sera? Erotic hurrah   With no rescue, girl      Feeding time an old friend of mine   At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah   Que sera? Erotic hurrah   It's cool be cool, girl      Sailor, sailor   Sailor, sailor   Sailor scent   Sailor, sailor   Scent sailor   Sailor, sailor   Scent      And worship, tribute   Crumbling, ripping, and failing   Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in   And, and you fit in      Feeding time an old friend of mine   At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah   Que sera? Erotic hurrah   With no rescue, girl      Feeding time an old friend of mine   At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah   Que sera? Erotic hurrah   It's cool be cool, girl      Sailor scent   Sailor scent   Sailor scent   Sailor scent   Sailor, sailor