Everything you can think of is [bad word] 
Before the ocean was blue
We were lost in a flood [bad word] red with your blood
Nigerian skeleton crew
Everything you can think of is [bad word] 
The dish ran away with the spoon
Dig deep in your heart for that little red glow
We’re [bad word] as we go
Everything you can think of is [bad word] 
And fishes make wishes on you
We’re fighting our way up dreamland’s spine
Red flamingos and expensive wine
Everything you can think of is [bad word] 
The baby’s asleep in your shoe
Your teeth are buildings with yellow doors
Your eyes are fish on a creamy shore