The Plastics - Underwater Kite Lyrics

Two bowls of jungle cactus
On a sunny night
Brings to us conclusions
About your righted dice

Melting guns of chocolate
We smoked somebody's name
Four floors to the left of you
At the tip of a nowhereplane

A hand grenade of sticks and ears
Dog bowls for my cat
A garbage shoots into old mans boots
Seven doorways for one flat

My underwater kite
My underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me

I'm a underwater kite
My underwater kite
Its all we'll ever need

Seven tears to a doorbell
Eighteen wheeler hooves
If you drown your reasons
Can you can't watch you nose

A grain of sand forests
Exist under our feet
And parking lots for ant eaters
They must cause so much grief

I met an awkward jail bird
Who says he eats sticks and stones
The vacuum thinks that kids are rude
And the man can't take a joke

My underwater kite
My underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me

I'm a underwater kite
My underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me
Its all we'll ever need

This match is made in hell
I'm sick to death of screens
And all the zombie children
Are too damn bored to dream

Nightmares come in fours these days
Amateurs still come in twos
The highways built from lemon grass
And a king is from Venice

My underwater kite
My underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me

I'm a underwater kite
My underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me

My underwater kite
My underwater kite
Its all we'll ever need
So come and get drowned with me
At the bottom of the sea
In my paper submarine
We'll fly my underwater kite