Angkor Wat
I don't like this city
It looked better in rubble
Simple, pretty
Simple, pretty

Buy a mountain and knock it down
Undermine yourself with ornaments
In a big kid backyard

And in a sea of milk
With [?]
[?] gorging eyeballs
I feel very touched
Back to back
Toes touching tongues
With big hands, and
The big conch

I wanna tell you what it really means
I wanna tell you what it really means
I wanna tell you what it really means
In the kingdom of [?]
Black magic [?]
They’re convincing that [?]
Soon as I get [?]
I tell my friends
You don't wanna live
Bazookas blow up the towns
[?]

And with the tiny hands
Wrapped on your shiny head
In your king sized bеd
You crave a drink in a plastic bag

I wanna tell you what it really mеans
I wanna tell you what it really means

I'm forgetting all my favorite things