Groping, gangly, unweave at your sleeve, fit your pasty face    And keep banging that fork on that plate, keep spitting down my spiral staircase   Your neckline is all mine, your jaw line, your lifeline has shortened some    And it’s all mine, and it’s all mine, good god almighty look what you’ve done      So sing a song for me   Sing for the perfect vaccine   Sing for the cold and flu   And I will sing the song with you   Sing a song for me   Sing so doctors count their sheep   We will pin a medal on their chest   We will pin the bastard good and deep      ‘Cause when you know too much   Aren’t you able-bodied, dear   I think you know too much    But the mind knows what the mouth wants   I think I said too much   We’re all able-bodied here   I think you said too much   But the mind knows what the mouth wants   Don’t make a peep, we know where you sleep      Patience, my pet, the beast will lie and the ghost will flirt   We’re blanking on the bemoaning, the most important part of your body is the one that currently hurts      So sing a song for me   Sing for rotten apple trees   Sing for the bootless seeds   Falling out like they’re baby teeth   Sing a song for me   Sing, you vicious bastard, sing   Sing for the ghost you keep   We’re coming for you in your sleep      ‘Cause when you know too much   Aren’t you able-bodied, dear   I think you know too much    But the mind knows what the mouth wants   I think I said too much   We’re all able-bodied here   I think you said too much   But the mind knows what the mouth wants   What do you want?      Sing strong knees, clean kidneys   Sing for sharp eyes   Let’s organize before they rise