Ginger needs to stop winging, get a gun, and shoot her way outta dodge.
Buy a few ferrets, chickens and dogs and live on a farm
Or build a spaceship and go discover Qunangolia, the planet of marbles
Cause she lost all hers and it’s 4am
And the cats are climbing up the walls
And the alarm looks poised to explode as soon as the pillow’s filled
There is no way back from this, there are only two coffee granules in the house
It could be a plink-plink-fizz day ahead
Let’s hope it’s golden and smells of mown grass and bread
And a full armor of paint and sand.