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This time it's the truth
This time nothings gonna fall on through
These books
Are broken up
Blast off!
Wham! bam!
Right off the shelf
Right off the shelf

when ya walk outa here
when ya walk out
I gotta fill up that space
or fill up that no-space
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears

Dead Joe Joe... Joe Joe

oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe
oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe

welcome to the car smash
welcome to the car smash
welcome to the car smash

To get a breath of fresh air
A tempestuous sea
A howling gale
Dirty weather
Hang around until lunch

Death by drowning
Death by drowning

the light from the window
falls on the floor
and after it breaks
I cut my feet
on the little bright pieces
(I glow in the dark)
but only when night falls
it's falling it's falling

<unsure/Slobber around
IDKWTFHE'STRYINGTOSINGHEREOMG
Check the ghost, ghost, ghost>
The ghost I am
Down in the garden
Hidden behind the foxgloves
Alone in the dark
<unusre/Pray> from the heart

Gun wears his alcoholism well
Finger in Bottle and swingin' it still
From Bed to Sink and back again
Clock is crawlin' round the same
He's bustin' Clock (he hates its face)
Just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks
Talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks
The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.

Wow! uh oh

I am a figure of fun
Obsessive, dead-pan and moribund
[creantic girl] seasick
I am the figure of fun

[?] I baked in the sun

it's a very happy day
we are at lots of fun fun fun
and it's ice-cream and jelly
and a punch in the belly
how much can you throw over the walls?

and see how his face glows
it's a bike! what a surprise.

so you've come back for Jennifer
you know, she hides her face behind a veil
I'm warning you Frankie, leave on the next train
your Jennifer she just isn't the same
quit waving that thing about! come back!
come back and give me a chance to explain
your baby will never cry again.
so don't try to reach out

I am the King. I am the King. I am the King.

one dead marine through the hatch
scratch and scrape this heavenly body
every inch of winning skin
there's junk in honey's sack again

well I love that kewpie doll
well I love that kewpie doll
well I love that kewpie doll
yeah I bought her in a show
I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress
but everything was either fished-out or spat-out
fished-out or spat-out
well I love that kewpie doll

King Ink strolls into town
he sniffs around

King Ink kicks off his stink-boot
sand and soot and dust and dirt and
he's much bigger than you think
King Ink
King Ink

I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet
You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet.
Marry me, marry me alive O
I put on my coat of trumpets
Will she be there? is my piccolo on straight?

Her white stockings and red dress that goes
Swish, swish, swish around her legs of lace

Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like...
Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of hell)
Curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!

Insect insect insect insect incest insect incest insect

Nick The Stripper
A-hideous to the eye
A-hideous to the eye
Well he's a fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect

bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one
I reckon if I touch it might just burn
flesh-heads like me just wax and melt
when my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn
sometimes pleasure heads must burn
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

whooah bite! whooah bite!
release the bats. release the bats
don't tell me that it doesn't hurt.
a hundred fluttering in your skirt
(don't tell me that it doesn't hurt)

my baby is alright
she doesn't mind a bit of dirt

This is a dead letter tale
If I could make this print talk
You made a deep mark/deep mark on me
And only saints say such things as these
So I slid under the floor
Under the oak and the iron
With you under oak and iron
Under the thick and under the thin

There is woman - pie in here
Mr. evangelist says she's hit
The best cook ya ever had
Ya can't blame the good woman now, dad
And ya locked him up for twenty years
Now there's action on the basement stairs now
A monster half-man half-beast grind
Hear the hatchet (grind grind)

hands up who wants to die!

have you heard how Sonny's burning
like some bright erotic star?
and he lights up the proceedings
and raises the temperature.
flame on! flame on!

Have you heard how Sonny's burning
Like some bright erotic star?
And He lights up the proceedings
And raises the temperature.
Flame on! Flame on!

Now I've seen to Sonny's burning
Someday I think I'll cut him down

inanimational items elude I, and
in-an-emotional-motion I swallow my
motive of quicker location is slammed
my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin

they call me Dim
i am the Dim Locator,
Dim Locator

I, cigarette fingers
Puff and poke
Puff and poking the smoke
Touches the ground

You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo

Halls echo with the sounds of his footsteps
Water drip drops from the ceiling
Shadow of a bird
Race! Race! Race! Race! Race! Race!
Race to the door and see what's scratching
Groaning Walls did they hear you?
Hair of the dog, hair of the dog, hair of the dog

It’s a wild world it’s a wild world hey! it’s a wild world hey!

Hold me up baby for I may fall
Hold my dish-rag body tall
Our bodies melt together (we are one)
Post crucifixion baby, post crucifixion and all undone.

It’s a wild world it’s a wild world la-la-la-la it’s a wild world

It's a wild world, hey, it's a wild world, hey
It's a wild world, hey, hey

Hold me up baby, for I may fall
Hold my dish rag body tall
Our bodies melt together, ohh, we are one
Post crucifixion baby, post crucifixion and all undone

zoo-music girl zoo-music girl

our life together is a hollow tooth
spit out the shells, spit out the shells
you know exactly what I'm talking about
don't drag the orchestra into this thing
rattle those sticks, rattle those sticks
the sound is beautiful, it's perfect!