Russian Watermelon Lyrics - Singles - All Tomorrow's Parties

What if I say to you 

That I have a little problem 

That my soul is empty and insipid 

Like an average russian watermelon 

There's no music 

There's no shine 

There's no flood 

And this problem is mine 

I was locked in a chamber 

Feel like flower's seed 

Mixed with minced meat 

Buried at the bottom of planter 

What if say to you 

That I have a little problem 

That they gave me seven ways of suicide 

To split my russian watermelon 

There's no music 

There's no sound 

It's no good 

Searching way out 

I was never addicted 

To the pleasures of a normal man 

My will was stolen 

Admission to my soul's restricted 

What if I say to you 

That I have a little problem 

That my soul has turned into a garbage 

Like an average russian watermelon 

There's no music 

There's no shine 

There's no flood 

And this problem is mine 

There's no music 

There's no sound 

It's no good 

Searching way out 

Room is dead 

Look around