They made a statue of us And they put it on a mountain top Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum Take photographs of fun, have
Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Pupate Pupate
She will kiss til your lip bleeds But she will not take her dress off Americano, tropicano All the sailor boys have demons They sing "oh kentucky why
We keep on burying our dead We keep on planting their bones in the ground But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help The rain doesn't help If my garden
I don't care that flowers grow for you, And me, and me You don't know what love is till you see, Her standing there A web of skin and nails and hair A
My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they ain't friends, so far, My words don't travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend
I know that you cannot be here I know that you are not mine now Looking out the window At another window I see toenails changing color Like the leaves
Down in Paris they lose their ballas and their lipdamales in the night And stumbling through the street they say, Sir do you have a light? And if you
All of the prisoners serving life sentences Wait for the earth to suddenly shake For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling And for the
I'm the king's thirty second son Born to him in thirty seconds time Born to him the night still young Born to him with two eyebrows on And that's all
On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing The world should've ended right then and there Precisely four fifteen when he stopped existing The world
Hello, hello, calling a Carl Prejektorinski To the front of the cathedral You have won, dear Sir, may I congratulate you first? Oh, what an honor Human
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charms She was this androgynous powder nosed girl
Somewhere far away, where I roam There live my buffalo twin, in our twin buffalo home, sweet home He take good care of my native son And he call me by
He's a wounded animal He lives in a matchbox He's a wounded animal And he's been coming around here He's a dying breed He's a dying breed His daughter
I went flyin' out of my window I went flyin' out of my window Been caught doin' it once or twice But it feels so real, nice Oh, it feels so real, nice
He was a husband who drove his wife home Drunk from the parties He was a husband who drove his wife home And in the car he would lean her head gently
Miss Marry Ann kept her man In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves And on that day as scheduled They made porcupine love, porcupine love So stiff and