"Treacle Tin" lyrics

Oh, sunken within the treacle tin
Sickly and swell'd in this blubbing lull I am held
A thespian in the throes of this thick black sticky roll
Preserved in the plot, a calamitous clot
Oh, the miasma of this cheap melodrama
The soap for which I grope

I seem to remember
Yeah, I seem to remember
Posing in a mirror without terror or a tut
Giddy with the gluttony and supple in his strut
By now the bough of me backbone
Will have buckled, will have stooped
So I can't remove the tin from the shelf
So I lay down my empty self
It were lovely being happy

Oh, sunken within the treacle tin
Sickly and swell'd in this blubbing lull I am held
Oh the treacle's a-rubbin' a-dubbin' on me skin
Stops the teasing getting in
Oh the treacle tin's my hen, is my glam, makes my trusty bed burn
So I won't wake to no wake

I seem to remember
Yeah, I seem to remember
Posing in a mirror without terror or a tut
Giddy with the gluttony and supple in his strut
By now the bough of me backbone
Will have buckled, will have stooped
So I can't remove the tin from the shelf
So I lay down my empty self
It were lovely being happy

By now the bough of me backbone
Will have buckled, will have stooped
So I can't remove the tin from the shelf