Without the room that you live in
Without the room that you live in
Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd burn all these dying leaves
Without the pretty pink ribbon
Without the pretty pink ribbon
Without the tight little denim
Without the pretty pink ribbon
Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd end up just like me
Your virtues would all go unknown
You'd end up just like me
Without the pretty pink ribbon
Hey, your cancer would eat through the bone
You would kill all the sick ones
Your demons would all be around
You're ticket could never be free
Your demons would all be around
Hey, you'd float down to the sea
Your cancer would eat through the bone
Without the sticky little kitten
Without the pretty pink ribbon
Your muscles would bulge underground
Your virtues would all go unknown
You would lift this steaming herd
You would bury them deep in the earth
You'd say just what you pleased
Without your tight little denim
Your muscles would bulge underground