Broken cones I hide and hang my eyes
I make my last move in the violent skies
I'm horny, hungry, hopeful for your hand
A plastic bag's no suitcase for my mind
Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day
Take a moment, take two days, take years
Indifference is a virtue 'mongst your peers
So happy, healthy, humble as we speak
The streets are filled with ordinary peeps
But the
Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day
Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day
Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day
