That sky is a-shine with sheen, those eyes are a green machine. Spare me your whining. In my rainy gazebo tree. Deep in my silver pit. . The walls are all thick with it.
That fine fever brought us here. Lambasted eyeballs. When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh. What a gut pageant, we could play for hours. . What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers.
I see the sun rise over this wall. I watch it break and slide. See my name, see my name on the wall. . I tried to walk on this wall. It fell right under my feet.
Well, you gotta see this. Golden thing. You golden thing. And when you get there better kiss me. . Garbage piled up to the ceiling. Ashtrays shaped like asses.
That fine fever brought us here. Lambasted eyeballs. When we kiss the dirt. The orchids laugh. What a gut pageant. We could play for hours. What a gut pageant.
That sky is a-shine with sheen. Those eyes are a green machine. Spare me your whining. In my rainy gazebo tree. Deep in my silver pit. The walls are all thick with it.