Mal Webb - Fried Larynx lyrics

As my voice hangs halfway between my heart and my head There's some hefty haggling over how things are said Heaps of hard fought dealings between my thoughts and feelings Completely losing the thread, grunt, grown or growl instead As my heart/head parliament votes a phrase into play My libido leaps up and lurches into the fray Like a lower house lobbyist on a hip height hobby horse Who insists what I say must let it have its way Like I'd love to sleep with you but I'm not very tired Get into your pants but they're not my size, as required Coffee beans and etchings have never seemed that fetching To me and my wayward words, off with the bees and birds As my poor fried larynx appeases heart, head and hips There's a brawl 'twixt uvula, glottis, teeth, tongue and lips Pumping lungs, guts grumbling and my hand's flap fumbling For a way to display just what I meant to say Vocal chords imprisoned within a mind/soul schism Don't be surprised if I may say nothing much today