Peanuts - Lipka

Eating peanuts in the kitchen

Peanut crumbs on the kitchen floor

The slow drowning of a dying rotation

The spinning of a nation coming to an end

Crumble crumble

See the giant stumble

Holding on to the kitchen sink

See the kitchen shrink

The medication I’m taking

Keeps me awake at night

So I don’t have to dream

Don’t pick up the phone

It’s only surveys

And when you touch me

I don’t feel a thing

I can’t feel a thing

I can’t feel a thing

Doctor, help me with the pain

Help me clean out my receptors

Make it go away