Mr. Bungle - Quote Unquote lyrics

rate me

All behold the special

A fleshy limbless rectangle

Sitting on a pedestal

So nasal handicapable

Sniff and remember silver ball

Contortions that he can't recall

The happiness melts into dream

To talk is an enunciated sneese

To take is some foul air to breathe

One thought , it lasts a day

And at that rate -

he'll most likely live forever!!!!!!!!!!

He's a bird in flight , a hermaphrodite

And he fucks himself as he fucks the world

His twitching brain can dance within

Gyrating more like gelatin

A secref means of ecstacy

Acute and very olfactory

To see is colors crawling in the nose

To hear is stinking highs and lows

He's got an inch , but nothing with which

To scratch the itch - so wish it away

With his mouth sewn shut , he still shakes his butt

Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta

Smell. Sweat. Movement.

Everyone's dancing.

Disco.

Dimple.

Fading. Darker.

A subtle fragrance.

Faint.

Everyone's dancing without him.

Where did it go?

Dark.

Odoress.

Nothing.