Mr. Bungle - Travolta (Quote Unquote) lyrics

rate me

All behold the spectacle

A fleshy limbless rectangle

Sitting on a pedestal

So nasal handicapable

Sniff and remember silver ball

Contortions that he can't recall

The torso on a trampoline

The happiness melts into dream

To talk is an enunciated sneeze

To taste 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 secret means of ecstasy

Acute and very olfactory

To see is colors crawling in the nose

To hear is stinking highs and lows

He's got an itch 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.

Odorless.

Nothing.