Splashing Lyrics by Mental As Anything

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(Reg Mombassa)Splashing - making a mess of myselfI'm splashing - making a mess of my healthWhen I go out of my headthe lights go on in the skyI just want to crawl in bedI couldn't get up if I triedSoaking up the night with my eyessaucers of boiling oilsoaking up things through my paper skinand my blood is starting to boilSplashing - making a mess of myselfI'm splashing - making a mess of my healthWhen I go out to a clubI check my mind at the doorwith a porter in a paper bagI pick it up when I leave at fourWhen I'm as big as my uncle JimI'll give you all cause to complainwalkin' around with boots on my headlike a missile on a train

(Reg Mombassa)Splashing - making a mess of myselfI'm splashing - making a mess of my healthWhen I go out of my headthe lights go on in the skyI just want to crawl in bedI couldn't get up if I triedSoaking up the night with my eyessaucers of boiling oilsoaking up things through my paper skinand my blood is starting to boilSplashing - making a mess of myselfI'm splashing - making a mess of my healthWhen I go out to a clubI check my mind at the doorwith a porter in a paper bagI pick it up when I leave at fourWhen I'm as big as my uncle JimI'll give you all cause to complainwalkin' around with boots on my headlike a missile on a train

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