Stutter

Shirt's on fire, church on fire
Billy's dream boat stills as the house alights
Sailors come from miles for a drink and a fight
But the harbour thrills pull back from the light
To the belly of a boat in a hammer try tight

Holler
Pleasures of the night
Seaman's delight

Holler
(refrain)
Pleasures of the night
What a sight
Oh no, the organ plays by itself
It doesn't need the grinder's help and the monkey
And the monkey stow away to sea
Back to his wife and a nest in the trees

Billy's brother plays bass in a band called man
He fancies himself as a travelling ham
Strutting and fretting them into fame
In a torn t-shirt he'll carve his name

Holler
(refrain)
Looking for adventure and some mystery
He doesn't need the grinder and he doesn't want me

Stripped off his suit
So let the poor beast be
Oh, let the poor beast be

The man said, "ho ho wee, this is too hot for me!"
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night
He said, "ho wee this is too hot to see."
Billy's shirt's on fire in the night

Down the chute and out the door
I know that i've been here before
The blinding lights, the long white coat
Cut the cord before i choke

Oh, please sir, handle me gently
I've got nothing to protect me

This man in a mask stabbed me in the back
No sooner alive than i'm being attacked
If this is the planet earth
Oh please, mom, take me back in your sack

My keepers aren't too bad this time
The man's quiet, the woman's crying
When i arrive, what's hers is mine
I take and take it all the time

Oh please sir, do not tempt me
Those sweet things, they just destroy me

I always want more than i can get
My belly's full, but i'm not done yet
Need something to kill
The word is you

Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act
At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

See houdini and his underwater tricks
You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick
Watch knievel hit the 17th bus
You got crushed in the souvenir rush
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

I said poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again
See the young men itching to burn
Waiting for their own star turn
Needing danger, a war would do
If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you
Poor old johnny yen set himself on fire again

Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease
Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy

Come on, somebody, finish him off please
Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you
Can't you see he's had enough?
Finish him off, somebody

Next!

I've been digging this grave, but now that it's made
I see that black is one hell of a colour
Want to break out so i start to shout
But the mortician's returned to his parlour

Black hole

Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music's so loud
That i can't concentrate on my sorrow
Let down my hair and find something to wear
And then dance myself into tomorrow

Black hole

I'm in a hole here and all i can see
Are these grey walls that are closing in on me
Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm
Beam me up scotty, lift me from harm

Oh why, why deep holes?
Oh i love my holes
Black hole

If the weather would change these clouds might blow away
And my body'd be wrapped up in sunshine
I want out of this wind that is wearing me thin
Blasting my flesh to the marrow

Why deep holes?
Why deep holes?
Black hole

Why so close
Big boys in black hats
Cowboys with white guns
White guns shoot blue white
Blue white baptism
No buffaloes
No indians
No more buffaloes

Red sky is falling
Blue blood no stalling
White heat will strip you
No time to run far

(refrain 1)
Ivan's built a wall of lead 'round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts

Why hang the fire so close
Why hang the fire so close
Why hang the fire so close
Why so close

(refrain 2)
Wayne's got a wall that's much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches ivan through dark glasses
Hand on his gun waiting for the storm

One false move and we all fall down
No funeral games, no such fun
Here's your ticket to the party
That's what you get for playing with a gun

Six-gun so close

(refrain 1)
Ivan's got a wall of lead 'round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts

(refrain 2)
Wayne's got a wall that's much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches ivan through dark glasses
Hands on his gun waiting for the storm

Why stand the fire so close (why)
Why stand the fire so close (why)
Why stand the fire so close (why)
Why?

An earwig crawled into my ear
Made a meal of the wax and hairs
Phoned friends, had an insect party
But all i could hear was the bass drum drum
All i could hear was the bass drum drum

Now if you put your ear close you'll be able to hear
Not the sea shore noise of the shore sea shell
The clatter of plates
And the bronze of the bell
Going ding dong, ding dong, ding dong dong

Going out of my mind as they hollow my head
I'm floating in the air, but my body's in bed
The more they eat, the more i see
What is not, but just could be
You can hear them laughing in my head
You can hear them laughing in my head
Ha ha ha ha ha

Now they've eaten my memory, i can't recall
How the world used to be before
So a vision is the same as what is real
Depends upon the lighting, and how i feel
Ding dong, drum drum, ha ha ha ha ha

And then the music stopped
The musician went away
They'd eaten all my brain
The red and the grey

They all stack at home
Dug a tongue through my nose
Where my brain used to be
Now there's only a hole