Текст песни Precious

peanuts and kiddie molotov cocktails on a starved stomach
on sunday afternoons.
i've got tobacco allergies,
and a bloody tongued cat lick tickling the li'l piggy
peeping out of a size and a half ago shoe.
i watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner.Cap'n Jazz - Precious - http://ru.motolyrics.com/capn-jazz/precious-lyrics.html
all the fish died for friday's fish fry.
i'm watching a sunken ship.
one sunday, like a likeable bully,
he pulls to a picnic and builds a fire.
december embers trickle up,
set roots in soil sky as january's stars