Carriers Songtext

What lesson were you trying to teach?
Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach
And that I cannot subsist without any sleep
Or that I am a whale lying dead on a beach
Well I don't think you can practice the bullshit you preach
Because you are a doctor, keep Clorox bleach
And you'll be dead on my grass by morning point

Some manure to feed the flowers
'Cause I am no longer counting hours