Gingerbread Coffin

We found an old doll that was out in the grass,

She had special powers, we said a Black Mass.

We sat in a circle all holding hands. The

Doll-bed held together with old rubberbands.

She'll rise,

she'll rise.

Chorus:

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.

She's so pretty all dressed up in white.

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.

When we need her, she'll rise to the light.

(It's a flickering, beautiful sight.)

We looked down at the ground and into her eyes.

Passed around an old teacup filled up with dead flies.

(Surprise, surprise!)

Were brought but not used a collection of knives.

We'll remember this moment for all of our lives.

She'll rise,

she'll rise.

Thimble Island

I'm going down to Thimble Island

To find my true love there.

I'm sure that I can find one

Long of limb with time to spare.

On Thimble Island.

I'm on my own down the river

I'll bring my ivory needlecase.

I'll weave a blanket for when I shiver.

I'll stitch a bonnet to shield my face.

On Thimble Island.

You go there alone.

To find someone for to call them your own.

I've not heard of girls returning.

It is a murky, mystery place.

I may not have had much booklearnin'

But I've got charms to win the race.

On Thimble Island.

You go there alone.

To find someone for to call them your own.

All the girls are rowing there.

Gently down the stream.

In a dream I saw you there.

On Thimble Island.

I'm going down to Thimble Island

To find my true love there.

I'm sure that I can find one

Long of limb with time to spare.

On Thimble Island.

State Fair

Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.

We met a while ago.

At the State Fair.

He was showing his blue ribbon pig.

I was thinging big.

While I was combing my hair.

He was never like the other guys,

Selling curly-fries,

Or rigging the games.

4-H was his one true love.

We'd hang out above

The dunk-tank when it rains.

I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up.

I'm never, ever coming home.

I'm really into the boys that work there.

The feeling you get when your ticket they tear.

Four days in May: The State Fair!

I used to go out with the other man.

He ran the sno-cone stand.

He looked good from behind.

I like a baggy kind of overall.

They don't really show at all.

I can use my mind

I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up.

I'm never, ever coming home.

SweetWater Kill

Loose lips sink ships.

Salt sips rose hips.

All along, it was the ocean's song

That called me down to listen to her.

Standing drenched by a 40 ft. coral fence.

A swiftly dripping ripple.

Watching saltclouds billow. Brimming and brand-new.

Down below, I will follow what bubbles tell me to.

All along, it was the ocean's song

That called me down to listen to her.

Swirling still, in a SweetWater Kill.

A swiftly sifting riptide.

You know that old song. From far

Far away. Not too long. Drifting along.

Down in SweetWater.

Dead weight sink straight.

Why?

All along, it was the ocean's song

That called me down to listen to her.

Standing still in a SweetWater Kill.

Down in SweetWater.

You know that old song....

Remnants of Percy Bass

He scrapes the dirt from his nails with a stick.

He makes a big pile in pail on the sink.

Who was he?

Oh, I'll never tell.

He has not got a thing left to sell.

Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.

He glued the newspaper to the wall.

Skeleton clostes are down the hall.

Nobody knows him like I do.

I remember when there were things he could do.

Some things are not made to last.

Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.

Some things are things like this:

He could catch a rabbit with one hand.

He could build a castle out of sand. He was

A handsome man.

He gave a tender kiss.

Nobody knows about the fancy shows you starred in

When you were seventeen. I'll never

Tell about your secret life

To a magazine.

I can remember when you were the shallow hero.

It was so long ago when you were

Everybody's shining star.

You were a daydream.

But now,

He needs someone to hold his hand.

Nothing has quite worked out how he had planned.

I try to help him how I can.

But he has forgotten who I am.

Remember,

Some things in life are not made to last.

Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.

Some things in life are not made to last.

Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.

Rats

Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,

They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope

To declare them fish.

Chorus:

We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.

When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.

We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.

We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.

They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.

Still they had to eat this thing.

In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.

Chorus

We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.

Clipped

Against my will

It hurts me still.

It really stings.

They clipped my wings.

What could I do?

Everything's new.

How my knees lock.

How will I walk?

Ooo, they clipped my wings.

I will try to act like it's ok.

Oh, they clipped my wings.

I must learn to walk today.

I cast aside

My downy pride.

All heaven's things

They clipped my wings.

I have heard how God sings.

Ooo, they clipped my wings.

Oh, the sadness that it brings.

I will try to like it's ok.

Oh, they clipped my wings.

So, I will learn to walk today.

Oh, they clipped my wings.

PJ + Vincent & Matthew + Bjork

PJ:

I'm so !@$#ing, !@$#ing, !@$#ing, hot!

Vincent:

I know you are, babe.

PJ:

No, it's quite hot in here.

Vincent:

Are you stupid?

Is the nature of a glass house.

Oh fabulous, here's Matthew + Bjork.

Bjork:

Hello.

Matthew:

Vincent, Polly - Good to see you.

Bjork:

I'm so excited!

I've never been on such an artistic and exclusive double date before.

E-erotic, really.

Matthew has brought about in me

He's opened a lot of plebeian activities that I've not experienced before now.

I'm loving it, to do these things that aren't necessarily [ au fait? ]

Vincent:

Yea, Bjork, whatever.

I just wanna know when you two down, who's wearing the clovenhoof strap-on?

PJ:

Vincent! How rude!

Could I weigh any less?

I'm really quite shy of my weight,

but I like to take on characters for performing with the use of make-up.

Eye make-up and lipstick and some more lipstick -- it's really quite transformative

And when I've thrown up everything I've just eaten then I--

Bjork:

Oh to throw up -- It means what?

Also, everybody, what is the definition of disingenuous?

I want to know so many things

I've got a lot of many for designer clothes

I can just trudge through the desert getting my [ comp de garçon? ] skirt all dirty and dusty

It don't matter

If hopping into a live volcano feels right, I say do it.

Matthew:

I say, cappuccinos are fine with me on the downtime, but do you kids say to a picnic?

I've got the basket and the bent waiting

We could play some touch football, what do you say?

Vincent:

Hey, yea, Matthew, we're both hot former football players

I know Bjork can fight like a mother!@$#er, but Polly would snap like a twig at the smallest tackle

let's put her on a hook and do some minnow fishing

Polly?

Oh look, she's banging her head against the wall and Bjork's recording it

Bjork:

The rhythm! It moves my insides like sunshine jelly!

Matthew:

Isn't she a darling thing?

Vincent:

When she says 'jelly' it makes me think of someone's ass, and then I think--

Matthew:

How dare you, sir! That's my childwoman you're speaking of!

Vincent:

Matthew, I didn't say Bjork

I'm just thinking of any ass

Not even necessarily a woman, it could be my own ass

Like my ass is--

PJ:

Vincent you are an ass!

You are an ass!

Matthew:

What about my ass?

It's hard from sports

This repulsive celebrity double date has been brought to you by the Church of Latter Day Saints

My Orphanage

I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.

I am made to eat this horrid porridge.

They box me on the ears.

How often I vow to flee, to go.

But this is the only home I know.

My stammered speech, my one suitcase,

My Orphanage, My hateful place.

Like that case, this place I carry

Inside of me.

It's not so very heavy for a stocky child.

They said my mama's loose.

They said she was wild.

Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw.

My strange and puffy moon-like face,

My Orphanage,

My hateful place.

My stringy hair, my lack of grace,

My Orphanage,

My hateful place.

I could have been lucky like them

Happy families

Look in my

Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:

The downcast glance, the empty embrace

Of my orphanage,

My hateful place.

I'm an evil thing.

I am way full of something

That was left by the side of the road.

I am chipped, curly-lipped.

Never any kindness was shown.

No one else is here,

My Orphanage, My Dear.

It's in me. It's a part.

My Orphanage, My Heart.

Crosswalk

I think of a lot of a things when I'm walking.

I think of a lot of a things walking home.

I say them aloud, to myself I am talking.

I talk to myself when we are alone.

Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?

Why-ee-i-ee-i am I feeling no pain?

Why-ee-i-ee-i do I cry when I say Good

Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm calling your name?

I look to the left and the right when I'm crossing.

I look straight ahead when I'm crossing the road.

The baggage I carry, that load I am tossing.

I look back behind at the row that I've hoed.

Chorus

Chorus

Hunter's Kiss

It's a sad story about a deer (dear?) and a man

A romantic scene from a lullaby.

In a clearing green, where his eyes met mine.

I was frozen motion. Oh! His bow was raised.

Then the fleeting notion-that my life he'd save.

But I saw it coming, flying through the air.

Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where

Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.

Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.

I have never been like this before.

Felt my body sinking to the grassy floor

I have never known a love like this.

Felt the flaming arrows of the Hunter's Kiss.

My life is not mine.

Like a dog or a wife.

He has taken his time.

He has taken my life.

I could see the steaming of his cloudy breath.

No, I was not dreaming.

I was next to death.

As I lay there twitching, then my legs he tied.

There was nothing missing on the day I died.

Chorus

Chorus

Our Lies

Actually, I was never conceived.

And I don't expect to be believed,

But I've found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread.

And when I think of the lie filled love-life that I've led....

I row boats all day with Karl, Vlad, and E. Leon.

My tongue made of ivory, my teeth are all gone.

The bones in my face weren't here all along.

I'm straight and I love coffee cake!

I found a lost puppy and I took him home.

Since then he's agreed to leave me alone

For over a month cuz I'm spelling bee queen.

Let me tell you more, you'll see what I mean.

I took a sealion by the waist and I twisted it.

Then I kiss-ed it. It was mossy and chaste.

That is funny, isn't it?

Not to tell you would be such a waste.

Can't you see me?

I am your long lost best friend.

Please believe me.

All these things have happened.

I went for a ride on the carousel.

I was on a yellow horse, right behind the swan.

In the swan, a man and a woman they were doing it.

I didn't want to look. I wished I'd brought a book.

I looked down at the chip in my horse's red mane.

He had a high, soft, beautiful voice.

I got down and ran around, and then I asked him his name.

He said out loud, he said it was "First Choice".

Yes Mom, I'm still a virgin.

And you are Marilyn Monroe.

When I was a little girl, we grew wings and flew under the sea

To see my daddy, Mr. Edgar Allen Poe.

Oh, I would crawl into the furnace to take a warm nap

On the cast-iron lap of Walt Disney.

Then we'd go out for a swim in the Sea of Mercury.

I never thanked him for what he did for me.

Can't you see me?

I am your long lost best friend.

Please believe me.

All these things have happened.

AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes

Metal head, mohair wig, rubber pants, I cry I dance,

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.

Rosy cheek and ruby lip, better than banana split.

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.

Mohair wig in afro style, very scary little smile.

Fully fexible, you see? Is there one as sweet as me?

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.

Pick me up for heaven sakes.

Aren't I your baby-cakes?

Don't fall for little fakes.

Aren't I your baby-cakes?

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

Daintier, smarter, better dressed!

AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.

Cooped

This is aloada weird clucking!

A Quitter

I have worked out every small detail

In this plan I've made.

This thing which cannot fail.

I dare myself to do this one thing.

You can have my car

You can have everything.

All that's good is gone.

I have tried too long.

I don't think I miss my mom & dad,

The class I cut,

The friends I never had.,

These things I won't miss,

Won't miss me.

My house,

My block,

The baby bird I set free.

The dance that I was never asked to,

The teachers

that thought they knew me.

They'll all remember what I did.

They'll ask "Whose fault was it?"

"Oh she was just a kid."

I'll be glad to go, you see.

You don't even know me.

Not at all.