After the splice When the temperature's nice After the patch When every thing's a match After the patch After the edit When it's had time to set When
she said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson she said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson presiding from behind prescription lenses she said her father
sitting in a square room my voice is freezing and the beams that are bouncing off the moon are hanging from my window like icicles just a tired old alcoholic
Suckin' on a toothpick soaked with cinnamon The boys in the back room played on Anonymous Adonis, he's the one you want The boys in the back room played
I just never could say, 'Good bye' or 'Adieu' Ooh but the years, they have been so kind to you There's some skills that I have learned to do And I would
It's the plan of most To discover that magnificent ghost But when did I get perverted And my innocent eyes diverted From a view so grand Imbued with
Sitting in the breakfast nook Flipping through a saucy book Browsing for a bit of titillation (That's what you do, that's what you do) Morning is warming
scratch, scratch, scratch goes the cat on the carpet she stepped in the blue water bowl twitch, twitch, twitch goes my eyelid my tounge in a cavity hole
I can see my old hotel Down amongst the smells I'm up above that ancient city river It's filtered by my lousy liver It's filtered by my wilted lily liver
Well, we blew past the army motorcade Abnormal load haulage And the gravity of the situation Came on us like a bit of new knowledge The bubbliest bubble
Take a light bulb from the closet And replace the one above the faucet Scrape the whisker from my face Nick my lip in pointless haste Take a magical
I was supposed to tell you about the point of departure But with the aim of a drunken archer, I will probably stray You can see in her bold eyebrow, you
No chocolate in the duty free shop Two drops of scotch gonna end up on his crotch, tonight All alone, sitting on the throne Some native tongue on the
A funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade A saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid Whittled with an exacto knife Plum right through my load bearing wall I'm
Do a little rope trick Move around the mildew When you stopped to make a phone call In the glitter of a landmark She said something about a blood clot
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was Twisting up the pages of history My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing To summon up a little chunk of that
New town reeks of lumber New town beat the crowds New town, kittens discover That the birds scrape the ground And even the loneliest old ladies get social
Ventolin and Vivarin and primatene Secret tequila shots and a patch of morphine In the morning and in the throes What a great day to come out of a coma