Lyrics:Man Man/The Man in a Blue Turban with a Face
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Against the Peruvian Monster
I can't believe we met on this lonely crowded street, flashing identical bandoleers. If you were born in the gutter, I was weaned at your feet, baby. Watch out for flying native spears. I'm hip to your hypotenuse, your geometric ways. Your lying lips are double-stitched right below your waist, and those eyes you wear, they wear me out. The weight you bear, it tears me down. I'm falling apart at the seams, and you're just standing there. Wearing that gorilla suit to try to scare me, but it won't work. And I say, Captain Captain...!
10lb Moustache
People say you're strange, but I don't buy a word of it. People say stay away from her 'cause she's a sinking ship. People say I'm wrong, that my brain operates like a burning bridge. I say feed the flames and watch them run away. And open up your chest for me, and I will build a house. And peel apart your weathered scars, and I will live there like a mouse. And people say you're wild; you've been christened a feral child. You need pornography to help you sleep at night. And they said I wrestled around for years with my own demise because you had twin violins playing maladies through your eyes. And peel apart your weathered scars, and I will build a house. And open up your chest for me, and I will live there like a mouse. And we're not made for these times, and we're not built for speed. And we've been made to break down, and we've been made to need. Pack the mules up, shoot the horses. Skeleton in my bed.
Zebra
They said I'm worn thin from wasting too much time on your sidelines waving a sign that says 'I will work for you', but they don't know your kiss to me is a hatchet through my chest that sends me down a flight of stairs, hitting every step. And I swear to God it's not my fault, this mask I wear. It's not my fault, this gloom I bare. And they said I'm tired from waiting around for you. The reasons I start fires is that's what lost men do. Split dogs and hoof in mouth; you are broken glass. Don't care if I cut myself; I'll crash into the crash. You stung me bad; what can I do but leave the stinger in so I won't forget you? They said I'm wrong; I know I'm wrong. They said I'm wrong; I was born wrong.
Sarsaparilla
In the darkness, she moves with astonishing grace, Sarsaparilla. It drips down from her face. In the darkness, she moves with astonishing ease, Sarsaparilla. It drips down from her heaves. Goodnight.
White Rice, Brown Heart
I wanna be your your Israeli goggles. (Oh, native Indian shadow shadow.) I wanna pee inside of your mouth. (Duck duck duck duck duck man hoof hand.) See you cross the street; it makes me stutter. (I lock tom-tom with the broiler.) I wanna be your long-lost limb. (I cry alone; I am so lonely.) You got me feeling like a hang nail. (Go white face!) I saw you fall into a burning cauldron. I heard you call for help, but I'm not coming. I saw me fall into a burning oven. I heard me call for help, but you're not coming. (Not coming!) You call me Ling Ling; I'll call you Panda Fist. (The sun burn like burn burn eye burn burn.) I only mess around with girls who lisp. (La, you make me feel like a lusty seagull.) Dust me off; I'm a trophy wife. (Ah, these titties are nighttime things.) Make fuck like dog bark moon make fuck like dog bark moon. You got me feeling like a hard-on! (Go white face!) I saw you fall into a burning cauldron. I heard you call for help, but I'm not coming. I saw me fall into a burning oven. I heard me call for help, but you're not coming. (Not coming!) (Go white face!)
Gold Teeth
She says too much when she sleepwalks around. Her hips are a warm sarcophagus. She's so sadistic when she's sober enough; self-destructive and sexy when the weather's hot. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart ain't carved of stone. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart is on the road. She fences heartbreak across the border, and builds a better bird house out of bone. She laughs when the main protagonist's family dies, and I wouldn't trust her when she cries at night. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart ain't carved of stone. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart is on the road. Way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, God, this is way too good. Gunshot and left in the desert to die. Way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, God, this is way too good. Gunshot and left in the desert to dry. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart ain't carved of stone. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart ain't carved of bone. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart ain't a bar of soap. Oh, and I want her to know that my heart is just as cold. Why do we do the things we do? Even though we know, we are. Why should I say what's already been said better one hundred times before? It's so lovely when the worlds collide, and the ship spins out of control. Why do we do the things we do? Even though we know, we are. Why should I say what's already been said better by someone else?
