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take off your hospital gown
tonight we taste
the sweet fruit of this revenge
i am your madman now
and lo! the storm is rising rising
ohhh the siren strangely cries
let’s spill your hungering heart
with carnage
we shall cradle amidst the gore
as this world comes apart
we’ll fan the flames they’re rising rising
ohhh the siren sadly cries
here comes the funeral train
come tell me
is this someone that you recognize
i’ll pull upon your chain
this day has been surprising surprising
ohhh the siren faintly cries
there goes your haunted friend
you nod your head
pretend that you can handle it
he won’t return again
and lo! the storm is rising rising
ohhhhh and the siren sadly cries
remove this hospital gown
i wanna show you
who i really am
i’ll be your madman now
let all the flames keep rising rising
ohhh
the siren strangely cries
and so
i let you push me down
into that burning street and we
revealed our true natures at last
and i said
don’t worry darling
the hospital won’t forget who you are
the siren sadly cried
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2. |
in america
03:22
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i woke up alone
in a vast hotel bed
in the haunches of america
and i looked through that window
thinkin’
this is all mine
it’s all mine it’s all mine
it’s all mine in america
in america
the home of original sin
now just avert your eyes
and sign yer name cuz we’re buying in
then the stranger
pressed inside your wretched heart
cries “america!”
as the sirens shrill
fill the dark
in america come on
in america
you could be buried in
a box full of cash
but body bags are on sale
half price while the flag’s
at half mast
and the man says
as he’s leaning
upon your spine
“kid. what’s mine is yours
and what’s yours is Definitely mine
in america, come on”
come on
now let’s see you resist the pull
we’re all of us susceptible
in america
the view from your shotgun shack
is mitigated by the skyscrapers
and they’re staring back
and the man says
through the funnel to the crowd
“you’re an american
so shut your goddamn mouth
you’re an american come on”
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you’re swinging from the gate
licking pennies right out
of the collection plate
your sidearm’s got you brave
spending quality time down in
your rental grave
it’s time to follow through
you’ve got a bad ole case
of sour candy blues
… in your fancy shoes
the trashman knows your pain
the sin it hangs on you
like a fresh coat of paint
come be his junkyard queen
tracing rainbows in the spilled gasoline
the sour candy blues
dripping from your nose
right down to your shoes
,,, down on your fancy shoes
now let's us spend some quality time down in your rental grave
the trashman knows your hurts
he wants to share
a flash of that mystery
he wants to lift the curse
he wants to share the burden
of your luxuries
the sour candy blues
dripping from your nose
right down to your shoes
… down to your fancy shoes
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4. |
sleepwalk to reno
03:32
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my pompadour
it drips with brine
i’ll call ya home
it’s suppertime
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
my kiss tastes like
a lou reed song
now kiss me back
even though it’s wrong
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
tell me what you saw
gonna sleepwalk all the way to reno
i sold my soul
for pesticides
and i’d do it again
until i get it right
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
tell me what you saw
gonna sleepwalk all the way to reno
as the ashes lazily fall
we glide back hand in hand
to claim it all
dear polite society:
come fill your gaudy caskets
one two three
come on come on
so outrageous!
my pompadour
it drips with brine
i’ll call ya home
it’s suppertime
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
bleeding on a sunbeam baby
tell me what you saw
gonna sleepwalk all the way to reno
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mouth fulla wasps
02:17
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on monday morning
my guru told me
your fake jazz mantra’s gonna
do you right
leaned his thumb
to the highway said
I’ll see you later
with a mouth full of wasps
do the mashed potato
when the bouncer said
sir i do not want to fight you
i replied, you’ve got no choice
put ‘em up
then i leaned my back
against the ole dumbwaiter
with a mouth full of wasps
did the mashed potato
lay it down
fake jazz fake jazz!
do the dirty dog
lay it down
fake jazz fake jazz!
do the dirty dog NOW
down in the orchestra pit
chrissy held herself and cried
and she whispered to me:
no-one else will EVER do
the electric slide
like HE can
on sunday evening my guru returned
he said, you miss me boy?
i said who are you
save your fancy talk for
the space invaders
with a mouth full of wasps
do the mashed potato
lay it down
fake jazz fake jazz!
do the dirty dog
lay it down
fake jazz fake jazz!
do the dirty dog
with a mouth full of wasps do the
mashed potato
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6. |
slither on
03:40
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the curtain falls away
you press
your eye to the keyhole
the kid says
as she flirts with that needle
“slither on”
the garden’s full of snakes
you gleefully wade
through the trenches
while they choke on their
honorable mentions,
slither on
the bargains that you made
now tip your hat to the whirlwind
with a spit shine halo
and stale grin,
slither on
the pennies that you save
you’ll pour right into the machine
you’ve got a sweet tooth
it aches for a crime scene
slither on
slither on awhile darlings
now do you feel betrayed?
you cling
to the butcher’s foul apron
he says, “my pet
you’ve misplaced your affections
slither on”
you peer into the grave
it seems
at once so familiar — yet strange
and they’ve scrawled
on your pillar “slither on”
last night i saw the devil
he was wearing my coat
and i said “hey, don’t i know you?”
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