TIME - Images Of Two Dead Spaniards lyrics

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What if everything you said was a painting

Would it be impolite for me to vomit a piano from my balcony

And all I can say is do policemen know how to sing?

Two dead donkies on two pianos

Three painbrushes burn like candles

Electric blue snow pink pink lights

Benzedrine kicks and Kerouac nights

Snowy mountains, lavender bruised, purple clouds

Whatchu gonna do when you're egos not around

Vacuum cleaner hickies on a saturday morning

Painting's boring

There's a dead dog in the back of a pick up truck

I'll put a penny in your rocking horse

Norman rockwell's painting himself

And all I can say is I'm the star of the show

I'm the star of the show

90's thrift store jackets, purple, pink and green

I see women jogging running from their calories

Pablo neruda's eating rice with buddha

With moth eaten clothes and a handshake for Judas

I see jesus in a mushroom cloud no eyes in his sockets

I see 8 year olds, with only statistics in their pockets

And all I can say is these things make me happy

And all I can say is these things make me smile

Toulousse lautrec in the moulin rouge

Acrylic paint for eye shadow on french prostitutes

Two fat priests driving a carriage drawn by christ

I guess it's hard to tell the poets from the spies

Dead flies in a window sill live cats in the doorway

We look at the death count but how much did the war save?

Threw a giraffe and an archbishop out the window

One of em fell diagonal but I guess that's the wind blows

Stones fall from the sky like sonnets or rice cakes

Salvador cries as he paints the spikes through christs legs

Styrofoam falls like snow as god stacks it on fence posts

Put your neck hairs in the air if can sense the ghosts

My body weighs more then a couple blue whales

Blow out your candles and watch all the boats sail

Cloud thru the moon, razor blade through the eye

And all I can say is I'm not afraid to die

Yellow elephants, purple umbrellas

And hippopotamuses that smell like cinderella

I want plumbers not bayonets as the blades penetrate

And I promise red flowers on the days you menstruate

All of the Cosmo girls they like to sip on martinis

After 8 and a half shots they say I look like fellini

She said st. anthony's dead and only the demons are mourning

And all I can say is I love her cause shes not boring

Oh gala dali, won't your lover paint my body

With drawers and a fish where my penis is

There's no such thing as a lazy genius

And all I can say is that an apartment or mae west

I love women more then Matisse's paintbrush

With wax in my moustache watch em faint from the lust

I want my fingers to be transformed into carnations

Put your telescope on the moon, the stars are patient

I saw a skull sodomizing a grand piano

Asking what's the difference between a human and a candle

I got bread for a heart, break it feed her my love

And all I can say is honey's sweeter then blood

A piece of snow fell from a building it looked like africa

What if we're all vampires and god's just dracula

What if spots on giraffes were really black holes

And what if robots could laugh and really had souls

Van gogh was a drunk picasso painted like a 4 year old

Sterilize sterilize sculpture me paralyzed

She's choking myself with a tuba and a suitcase

Asking a Jesuit if that's a halo or a tupay

Telephone in a dish with three grilled sardines

I guess I'm just another soldier killed to guard the king

Burn me to dust with virgin mary as my witness

And all I can say is those clocks are like liquid

This is the grand paranoia, the horizon's forgotten

This is the visage of war, where bullets fly like cotton

There's a face and a fruit dish stranded on a beach

Let's play a solo on the the piano with faces on the keys

Rousseau's in the jungle with a lion and a gypsy

There's two pieces of bread but jesus' blood's got me tipsy

He's got sticks holding him up his smile's crooked but polite

And all I can say is this is what your hero looks like

Shes floating away like a Chagall character

He's loading up the derringer, he's got some metal bullets to share with her

There's a swan with it's chest blown out middle of the desert

Next to a skeleton boat with no captain and no treasure

There's a man breaking out of the earth like a blanket

Picture it, paint it, curse it, then frame it

There's a tiger jumping out of a coy onto a naked women's thigh

And all I can say is there's a rose in the sky

I want anti-gravitation and sub zero hibernation

I want magic and Vermeer and Velasquez's paintings

This is the unspeakable betrayal, realities a cuckold

I'm in a taxi cab with topless women hitting potholes

Gimme my armor I'm the golden rhinosaurous

Even though I'm on fire and my skins burning like phosphorus

And all I can say is I said everything I meant

And all I can say is this song doesnt make sense