Kitchen Fork Songtext

von Jack Conte

Wake from a dream where I was stuck, losing my teeth.
Lucky for me, it was all fake or not what it seemed.
Where, oh where, do we go next
Haunted pillow, beneath my head?

Where does it go?
Where does it go?
Where does it go?

Pick out her heart with a kitchen fork, pin down her arms.
Wake from the scar, still feeling sick. Where did it get started?
Where, oh where, did this come from?
Oh my god, my head's a gun!

I let myself go.
I let myself go.
I let myself go.
I let myself go.

Who's that? Can you reach in time?
Text me all these wretched cries!

Once I flew above the cars
And the wind blew gratitude through my heart!
I let it all go.
I let it all go.
Save us from our own two heads.
Can I keep one and ditch the rest?!