The Ceiling Is Bendin'

Well, it's midnight in a liquor store

In texas on halloween

Salvador dali watches

From his window in a dream

Jesus is a rock star

Who destroys all he sees

Godzilla is a cowboy

Who is dressed up as a queen



She isn't as depressed as she used to be

Come on over here, my dear





Well, i hold my head real still

So i can't see very far

They got all these vietnamese

Heads stuffed into jars

They got all these things

That make them look like they're way in

They use polythene plastics

On their bods instead of skin



If i had someone to talk to

I wouldn't mind so much

But it takes so long to get there

Can't remember where i was

And i wouldn't mind to talk to you

Even if i could

The ceiling is bendin' on my telephone

Everything's gettin' weird

And my skin falls from my bones


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