pineapple head

detected as flat
no longer is always flat out
got the number of the getaway car
didn't get very far

as lucid as hell, these images
moving so fast like a fever
so close to the bone
I don't feel too well

sleeping alone for pleasure
the pineapple head it spins and it spins
like a number I hold
don't remember if she was my friend
it was a long time ago

and if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
and I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you

-- Neil Finn (Crowded House) 1993