So they found your brother's john boat And they filled it up with fish And your brother didn't find it for a week And you said that you could smell it
You've got your own thing But it's not happening You've got your own place But that's not where it's at It's not happening That's not where it's at
Escalator, moving stairs Blue and white rail, it disappears It disappears, it disappears Blue and white rail, oh, it disappears Suck you under and eat
There are thirteen headless turtles Hanging on a line Their severed heads would snap a stick And break your finger pretty quick The blood is draining
The same sun shone through the window glass The table was set with the good plates You came down in your new easter dress And he smiled when he said your
Poor woman the people exclaimed When julia pastrana was first shown They marveled and pitied her fate Covered with dark hair from top to toe But she was
Last night it snowed Powdered sugar cedars lined the road They looked good enough to eat But I don't think I would I can't imagine that they'd taste too
Pissing on a camp fire With the morning coming close Breaking empty bottles And laughing at the ghosts Laughing Sitting in the evening In a cluster
She bolts the door To shield us from the storm All the windows locked All the curtains drawn Too afraid to look Too scared for words Out in the night
Poor old john carradine Before he met his maker He got to play a part That stands the test of time Shouting he held aloft The miracle elixir The townspeople
It's nothing but a dirty backseat car thing Just listen to that jesus jumper sing He's got the angels in his throat But the devil's down there in his
Doctor, doctor, where's the doctor Wringing wet the woman hollers Bandage wrapped around her hand Collapses as they run to help her Help her up and offer
I'm gonna walk around the yard Until I find a hill of ants Take a magnifying glass Heat 'em up and watch 'em dance And I only hurt because I think of
On the news today They ran her picture twice They found her in a shallow stream Half frozen in the ice You listen to the rain From your room all day It
The girl paused at the doorway looking in Her past was in there somewhere It was hiding in the rafters For the chance to drop and get her The girl paused
Robots coming through the corn Magnus, sir lancelot reborn For you he lays it on the line For you defending human kind Built a little wider magnus, robot
The day begins like another day I hear a sermon it must be sunday Words are echoing all around Coming through the fog On my elbows I look around Nothing
The night terrors are upon you Pressing on your chest Don't worry, I believe you You were hagged last night A girl without a face From her cold embrace