Eels - Jungle Telegraph

Mama had a epidural

Hoping I would be a girl.

The night was black, the sky was blue

The darker clouds are showing noon

I heard screaming, the doctor shouts,

Didnt give in,

I came out.

And here I am.

I found my way, down the street.

Chicken hawks, filled with meat.

The man was big, the gun was loaded,

She had cash, but never showed it,

I heard screamin, bleeding throat

And baby I got on that boat.

And here I am.

Now Im up here in the trees

Shaking off the bugs and fleas

The days are long, the sun is beatin

He says (it says) I dont die with you

Send me some lovin

Send me some lovin

Send it now

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