Lyrics

HOT DRUM

It’s a cold, nude world for the undecided
With them big, broad legs to finger tinily
I’m a red, red bulb on your underbelly
I’m a thin, white priest. Don’t feed me anything

My blood approves it
Here in the way back
Constantly beating on a hot drum

He did Iron Sledge and he did Vibrating
I was halfway home to eating something old
She’s a long, wet brick hanging from the belly
She’s and ancient fish lurking in a pond

IMPORTANT

It’s so important to be important
Just waiting for it, staring at this screen
For information ancient or obscene
Cause I just wanna be where the action is

So she befriends me in a frenzy
Instantly sends me pics of her inside
A diagram, a codex amplified
But I just wanna leave
Cause I know I’m gonna

Burn your building down tonight
And watch it crumble

I’m in the phone book. She said what’s a phone book?
The answer’s on the answering machine
A yellow page enraged and building steam
Cause he just wants to smell where the girl is at

They fit together when they sit together
I read it on the back of a shampoo
A catalog of everything we do
Is written in the leaves
And it says I’m gonna

Burn your building down tonight

Shame, shame on me

BIG MISTAKE

Go on, who needs you
You just stand there, giving us the creeps
You hang out in your bedroom
Ruminating while your sister sleeps

Pull that Messina vibe
You make a big mistake
You can solidify if you concentrate

Relax, who asked you?
You just sit there, giving dirty looks
You hang out in the bathroom
Masturbating to your ancient books

Behind the leering crowd it is a real shame
And if you seed the cloud you will not get rain

If she gets what she wants without an audience
It makes her sick inside, terrified.

AUBERGINE

Je suis une aubergine
Je suis une aubergine
I sleep in a guillotine
sleep in a guillotine
thickened and candy white
thickened and candy white
I redream it every night
redream in black and white

that it’s a race riot
oh mama lock the door
it’s a race riot

some shit i will not eat
some shit i will not eat
thought they’ll roast it up hot with heat
roast it hot with heat
i once was an anglophile
once was an anglophile
now i live all guerilla style
sleep in the diaper aisle

and it’s a race riot
oh mama lock the door
it’s a race riot
kids headed out to score
in a race riot
limb hanging from a tree
it’s a race riot
we spill our masterpiece

rain smell anthill writhing overhead
lunch meat hand feet white and grey

this happy bride and groom
this happy bride and groom
sealed in a yellow tomb
still smelling up the room
thickened and candy white
thickened and candy white
I redream it every night
redream in black and white

that it’s a race riot
oh mama lock the door
it’s a race riot
kids headed out to score
in a race riot
limb hanging from a tree
it’s a race riot
we spill our masterpiece

AFTER AFTER

It leaps beyond its legs
It reeks of lemon pledge
in a cold fire
it’s a cold fire mother

the muppet and the midge
the leaks beneath the fridge
in a cold fire
it’s a cold fire and one

digs on the morning bloodlight
dig on the after after
even the shyest mouse with his head stove in

it shits it as it sings
manureish mumblings
in a cold fire
it’s a cold fire mommy

the ancient angry sail
lord venus in his veils
in his cold fire
such a cold fire and one

digs on the morning bloodlight
dig on the after after
even the shyest mouse with his head stove in

dig on the morning bloodlight
dog on the after after
even the shyest mouse gets his head

I wouldn’t recognize you
i would have stepped inside but
even the shyest mouse gets his head stove in

AS YOU CHOKE

He trips and breaks the string where you were always hovering
fall through a meteor crater, land on an escalator
he loves that radio band and he’s hanging out with spiderman

and you die alone, feeling like a winner as you choke
oh no, hadn’t we decided, brother

I don’t like you anyway, why don’t you like me?
All the things we do to hurt each other every day

Blonder than blondest star, much older than you say you are
fly in through highest window, slide into a thimble
he loves the shade he’s in when he’s hanging out with simpleton

and you die alone, feeling like a winner as you choke
oh no, hadn’t we decided, brother

I don’t like you anyway, why don’t you like me?
All the things we do to hurt each other every day

and you die alone, feeling like a winner as you choke
oh no, hadn’t we decided, brother
on and on between squeals of nothing
in that great black preacher eye

I don’t like you anyway, why don’t you like me?
All the things we do to hurt each other every day

TREES AND PARKS

Happy to have, not to have not
we shrink from noise and avoided the pot
trees will be parks, say karl the marx
he woke up dead and annoyed at the arts

serious in white entire
sitting like a great empire
the god of the bank in his stern, blue eye

women are sin, or backwards men
a hieroglyph of a snake with a grin
bursting uneats on shirts and feets
feeling undead, only not uncomplete

serious in white entire
sitting like a great empire
a spoon in a handkerchief bleeding
the god of the bank in his stern, blue eye

tenderly hide the thing inside
the leglessness and the upstaring eye
the spiny shapes of fire escapes
bear down on men and endanger their apes

serious in white entire
sitting like a great empire
a spoon in a handkerchief bleeding
the light in the specks of a stern, blue eye

nervous is a roof upstaring
slippery a child unbearing
the beautiful nonsense of twilight
under the chattering work light
the light in the specks of a stern, blue eye

SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS A PRETTY GIRL

sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
so I could look at myself in the shower
sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
so I could look at myself in the shower

been on my own so long I can’t tell right from wrong
bloody red bats squelching offal
foaming mutilation in a kiss of death

sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
so I could look at myself in the shower
sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
so I could look at myself in the shower

been on my own all night I can’t tell wrong from right
betty come back give me fever
cauterize this passion in a blood red kiss

sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
so I could look at myself in the shower
sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
so I could look at myself in the shower
sometimes I wish i was a
so I could
sometimes I

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