Images Of Two Dead Spaniards Lyrics - The Time

What if everything you said was a painting 

Would it be impolite for me to vomit a piano from my balcony 

And all I can say is do policemen know how to sing? 

Two dead donkies on two pianos 

Three painbrushes burn like candles 

Electric blue snow pink pink lights 

Benzedrine kicks and Kerouac nights 

Snowy mountains, lavender bruised, purple clouds 

Whatchu gonna do when you're egos not around 

Vacuum cleaner hickies on a saturday morning 

Painting's boring 

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Theres a dead dog in the back of a pick up truck 

Ill put a penny in your rocking horse 

Norman rockwell's painting himself 

And all I can say is I'm the star of the show 

I'm the star of the show x 2 

90's thrift store jackets, purple, pink and green 

I see women jogging running from their calories 

Pablo neruda's eating rice with buddha 

With moth eaten clothes and a handshake for Judas 

I see jesus in a mushroom cloud no eyes in his sockets 

I see 8 year olds, with only statistics in their pockets 

And all I can say is these things make me happy 

And all I can say is these things make me smile 

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Toulousse lautrec in the moulin rouge 

Acrylic paint for eye shadow on french prostitutes 

Two fat priests driving a carriage drawn by christ 

I guess its hard to tell the poets from the spies 

Dead flies in a window sill live cats in the doorway 

We look at the death count but how much did the war save? 

Threw a giraffe and an archbishop out the window 

One of em fell diagonal but I guess thats the wind blows 

Stones fall from the sky like sonnets or rice cakes 

Salvador cries as he paints the spikes through christs legs 

Styrofoam falls like snow as god stacks it on fence posts 

Put your neck hairs in the air if can sense the ghosts 

My body weighs more then a couple blue whales 

Blow out your candles and watch all the boats sail 

Cloud thru the moon, razor blade through the eye 

And all I can say is I'm not afraid to die 

Yellow elephants, purple umbrellas 

And hippopotamuses that smell like cinderella 

I want plumbers not bayonets as the blades penetrate 

And I promise red flowers on the days you menstruate 

All of the Cosmo girls they like to sip on martinis 

After 8 and a half shots they say I look like fellini 

She said st. anthony's dead and only the demons are mourning 

And all I can say is I love her cuz shes not boring 

Oh gala dali, won't your lover paint my body 

With drawers and a fish where my penis is 

There's no such thing as a lazy genius 

And all I can say is that an apartment or mae west 

I love women more then Matisse's paintbrush 

With wax in my moustache watch em faint from the lust 

I want my fingers to be transformed into carnations 

Put your telescope on the moon, the stars are patient 

I saw a skull sodomizing a grand piano 

Asking whats the difference between a human and a candle 

I got bread for a heart, break it feed her my love 

And all I can say is honey's sweeter then blood 

A piece of snow fell from a building it looked like africa 

What if we're all vampires and god's just dracula 

What if spots on giraffes were really black holes 

And what if robots could laugh and really had souls 

Van gogh was a drunk picasso painted like a 4 year old 

Sterilize sterilize sculpture me paralyzed 

She's choking myself with a tuba and a suitcase 

Asking a Jesuit if that's a halo or a tupay 

Telephone in a dish with three grilled sardines 

I guess I'm just another soldier killed to guard the king 

Burn me to dust with virgin mary as my witness 

And all I can say is those clocks are like liquid 

This is the grand paranoia, the horizon's forgotten 

This is the visage of war, where bullets fly like cotton 

There's a face and a fruit dish stranded on a beach 

Let's play a solo on the the piano with faces on the keys 

Rousseau's in the jungle with a lion and a gypsy 

Theres two pieces of bread but jesus' blood's got me tipsy 

He's got sticks holding him up his smile's crooked but polite 

And all I can say is this is what your hero looks like 

Shes floating away like a Chagall character 

He's loading up the derringer, he's got some metal bullets to share with her 

There's a swan with it's chest blown out middle of the desert 

Next to a skeleton boat with no captain and no treasure 

There's a man breaking out of the earth like a blanket 

Picture it, paint it, curse it, then frame it 

Theres a tiger jumping out of a coy onto a naked women's thigh 

And all I can say is there's a rose in the sky 

I want anti-gravitation and sub zero hibernation 

I want magic and Vermeer and Velasquez's paintings 

This is the unspeakable betrayal, realities a cuckold 

I'm in a taxi cab with topless women hitting potholes 

Gimme my armor I'm the golden rhinosaurous 

Even though I'm on fire and my skins burning like phosphorus 

And all I can say is I said everything I meant 

And all I can say is this song doesnt make sense