Luscious Apparatus Lyrics - Singles - Recoil

Carla was on her break from the 

Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory 

She sat at a teetering picnic table 

There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold 

Carla took out her knife and began etching 

Random words into the table's surface 

Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack 

Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus 

He was meaty but graceful 

His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat 

Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit 

Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile 

Her mouth was small to begin with 

But dreaming made it even smaller 

That's just how some people are 

Their mouths get smaller with dreams 

Carla's small mouth was dreaming 

As her knife began carving a poem into the table 

I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain 

I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun 

But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus 

When Carla was done carving 

She went back to her work station 

And scooped shiny white goop into jars 

That's just how some people are 

Their mouths get smaller with dreaming 

The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break 

At the same picnic table 

He noticed the poem carved into the wood 

Although he didn't know who had written it 

He coincidentally thought 

'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him 

So he took out his own knife and wrote 

'Luscious apparatus was here' 

After a few days both Jack and Carla 

Happened to sit at the picnic table at the same time 

They both started to look at the things carved in the table 

Then they looked at each other 

They knew who each other was 

Carla's mouth got small and dreamy 

Jack's eyes got round and hot 

When they got done with the graveyard shift 

They went back to Jack's apartment and had sex 

Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex, talking sex 

Sex like animals have, sex like boys have 

Sex like girls have, sex upside down, sex inside out 

Sex with grins, sex with tears, sex, sex, sex 

Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed 

Jack picked the knife up and Carla knew at once 

That Jack's wounds were from carving himself 

Jack was trying to carve poems into himself 

And now he wanted to carve some in her 

This was where she drew the line 

She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife 

When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up 

Jack felt cheated and misled 

He felt that by carving a poem in the table 

Carla had been begging to be carved upon 

Carla didn't see it that way at all 

She got up and started putting on her clothes 

Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife 

Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating 

Then, because she was small and could move fast 

She ducked and Jack tripped and fell 

And impaled himself in the arm with his own knife 

He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast 

Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that