Lyrics never pay full price for late pizza - The Blunt Force Trauma

Harriot Truman
A death on impact kinda guy
When we lock eyes
She sighs a suicidal sigh
Hieroglyphic alibis
By American apple pies
It's no surprise I've gone half blind
In nearly all my eyes
There better be some surprise
To make this all worth it upon my demise

I wonder what it's like
To be baptized
In above ground swimming pools
Infested with reptiles
It's been such a while
Crocodile
I think maybe
I've forgotten how to smile

John XII the pope
Wearing a stethoscope
It's hard to have any hope
Dangling off the gallows from a rope
Trying not to mope
It's tough with a mouth full of soap
Pack my garbage bags and elope
To some undiscovered trope
Beat the horse till it can't even cope
With choking on azeotrope

Glow in the dark toy soldiers
Crushed by oncoming traffic boulders
Maybe next time
God will make me a little broader in the shoulders
As it stands
I'm no match for even his weakest bulldozer

How do you know when it's really over
Staring over the cliffs of dover
Long gone are the days of red rover
Now we just chase the ones where we don't have to stay sober

Asking again for you to stop calling me the blame
You and I we both know that that is not my name

Will I still be seeing you later
Or are all these waters infested with alligators
Won't you please just come & be my neighbour
Or do I have to get on my knees and pray you'll be my saviour