The Temp Lyrics - Singles - Mourning Widows

She's my baby. She is a Raygun 

Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun 

She is my sunshine. My only sunshine 

Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice. 

She's temp, she's temp 

She got a special place for you 

She's temp, She's temp 

Underneath her favorite pair of shoes 

Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread 

Playing catch with living skulls 

Hurry up, somebody's dead, we're still alive 

She my baby, she got the big gulp 

Devour my soul food over and over 

Trouble breathing, my world is strangling 

Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on 

She's temp, She's temp 

She's into nucleo and nucliete 

She's temp, She's temp 

She makes me feel like I'm hovering 

580 meters over Hiroshima 

Just a piece of sun 

On your skin I burn a home 

Lying lotion soothes the pain 

Peel me off before I fall 

She's to blame, she seems a bit insane 

She likes it when it rains all day long 

Happiness is knockin', but she cries 

Then turning out the light she runs at night