Kingsize Lyrics - Apocalypse, Girl - Jenny Hval

Think big, girl, like a king, think kingsize. 

Did you learn nothing in America? 

I've placed four big bananas in my lap. 

In New York I don't dream. 

I always wanted to be less subculturally lonely, 

but here I see no subculture. No, no future. 

No big science. No big bananas. 

But I found no, no future. 

I rock the bananas gently, move back and forth. 

Don't wake them. 

What is soft dick rock? 

Using the elements of dick to create a softer, 

toned-down sound. I sing to the bananas. 

The skin is getting thin and brown, Norway. 

The girls are pretty. I'm one fourth Danish. 

If you have a child you better learn how to bake. 

I beckon the cupcake, the huge capitalist clit. 

I search the oven, scrub the racks, 

put my whole head inside, but I just can't find it. 

It's like looking out the window in there. 

The bananas rot slowly in my lap, silently, wildly, girly. 

The rash is an opportunity, a common disease, 

something in common, a community, 

the definition must be: something attacking itself. 

Four flaking, flaccid fingers. 

No future. Oh, the fruit flies.