Gingerbread Coffin
She'll rise,
Chorus:
We looked down at the ground and into her eyes.
She'll rise,
We found an old doll that was out in the grass,
She had special powers, we said a Black Mass.
We sat in a circle all holding hands. The
Doll-bed held together with old rubberbands.
she'll rise.
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
She's so pretty all dressed up in white.
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
When we need her, she'll rise to the light.
(It's a flickering, beautiful sight.)
Passed around an old teacup filled up with dead flies.
(Surprise, surprise!)
Were brought but not used a collection of knives.
We'll remember this moment for all of our lives.
she'll rise.
Thimble Island
You go there alone.
I've not heard of girls returning.
You go there alone.
All the girls are rowing there.
I'm going down to Thimble Island
I'm going down to Thimble Island
To find my true love there.
I'm sure that I can find one
Long of limb with time to spare.
On Thimble Island.
I'm on my own down the river
I'll bring my ivory needlecase.
I'll weave a blanket for when I shiver.
I'll stitch a bonnet to shield my face.
On Thimble Island.
To find someone for to call them your own.
It is a murky, mystery place.
I may not have had much booklearnin'
But I've got charms to win the race.
On Thimble Island.
To find someone for to call them your own.
Gently down the stream.
In a dream I saw you there.
On Thimble Island.
To find my true love there.
I'm sure that I can find one
Long of limb with time to spare.
On Thimble Island.
State Fair
I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up.
I'm really into the boys that work there.
I used to go out with the other man.
I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up.
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.
We met a while ago.
At the State Fair.
He was showing his blue ribbon pig.
I was thinging big.
While I was combing my hair.
He was never like the other guys,
Selling curly-fries,
Or rigging the games.
4-H was his one true love.
We'd hang out above
The dunk-tank when it rains.
I'm never, ever coming home.
The feeling you get when your ticket they tear.
Four days in May: The State Fair!
He ran the sno-cone stand.
He looked good from behind.
I like a baggy kind of overall.
They don't really show at all.
I can use my mind
I'm never, ever coming home.
SweetWater Kill
Watching saltclouds billow. Brimming and brand-new.
You know that old song. From far
Dead weight sink straight.
You know that old song....
Loose lips sink ships.
Salt sips rose hips.
All along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Standing drenched by a 40 ft. coral fence.
A swiftly dripping ripple.
Down below, I will follow what bubbles tell me to.
All along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Swirling still, in a SweetWater Kill.
A swiftly sifting riptide.
Far away. Not too long. Drifting along.
Down in SweetWater.
Why?
All along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen to her.
Standing still in a SweetWater Kill.
Down in SweetWater.
Remnants of Percy Bass
He glued the newspaper to the wall.
Some things are not made to last.
Nobody knows about the fancy shows you starred in
I can remember when you were the shallow hero.
But now,
Remember,
He scrapes the dirt from his nails with a stick.
He makes a big pile in pail on the sink.
Who was he?
Oh, I'll never tell.
He has not got a thing left to sell.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.
Skeleton clostes are down the hall.
Nobody knows him like I do.
I remember when there were things he could do.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.
Some things are things like this:
He could catch a rabbit with one hand.
He could build a castle out of sand. He was
A handsome man.
He gave a tender kiss.
When you were seventeen. I'll never
Tell about your secret life
To a magazine.
It was so long ago when you were
Everybody's shining star.
You were a daydream.
He needs someone to hold his hand.
Nothing has quite worked out how he had planned.
I try to help him how I can.
But he has forgotten who I am.
Some things in life are not made to last.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.
Some things in life are not made to last.
Ooo, the remnants of Percy Bass.
Rats
Chorus:
They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Chorus
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,
They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope
To declare them fish.
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.
Clipped
What could I do?
Ooo, they clipped my wings.
I cast aside
I have heard how God sings.
Oh, the sadness that it brings.
So, I will learn to walk today.
Against my will
It hurts me still.
It really stings.
They clipped my wings.
Everything's new.
How my knees lock.
How will I walk?
I will try to act like it's ok.
Oh, they clipped my wings.
I must learn to walk today.
My downy pride.
All heaven's things
They clipped my wings.
Ooo, they clipped my wings.
I will try to like it's ok.
Oh, they clipped my wings.
Oh, they clipped my wings.
PJ + Vincent & Matthew + Bjork
Vincent:
PJ:
Vincent:
Bjork:
Matthew:
Bjork:
Vincent:
PJ:
Bjork:
Matthew:
Vincent:
Bjork:
Matthew:
Vincent:
Matthew:
Vincent:
PJ:
Matthew:
This repulsive celebrity double date has been brought to you by the Church of Latter Day Saints
PJ:
I'm so fucking, fucking, fucking, hot!
I know you are, babe.
No, it's quite hot in here.
Are you stupid?
Is the nature of a glass house.
Oh fabulous, here's Matthew + Bjork.
Hello.
Vincent, Polly - Good to see you.
I'm so excited!
I've never been on such an artistic and exclusive double date before.
E-erotic, really.
Matthew has brought about in me
He's opened a lot of plebeian activities that I've not experienced before now.
I'm loving it, to do these things that aren't necessarily [ au fait? ]
Yea, Bjork, whatever.
I just wanna know when you two down, who's wearing the clovenhoof strap-on?
Vincent! How rude!
Could I weigh any less?
I'm really quite shy of my weight,
but I like to take on characters for performing with the use of make-up.
Eye make-up and lipstick and some more lipstick -- it's really quite transformative
And when I've thrown up everything I've just eaten then I--
Oh to throw up -- It means what?
Also, everybody, what is the definition of disingenuous?
I want to know so many things
I've got a lot of many for designer clothes
I can just trudge through the desert getting my [ comp de garçon? ] skirt all dirty and dusty
It don't matter
If hopping into a live volcano feels right, I say do it.
I say, cappuccinos are fine with me on the downtime, but do you kids say to a picnic?
I've got the basket and the bent waiting
We could play some touch football, what do you say?
Hey, yea, Matthew, we're both hot former football players
I know Bjork can fight like a motherfucker, but Polly would snap like a twig at the smallest tackle
let's put her on a hook and do some minnow fishing
Polly?
Oh look, she's banging her head against the wall and Bjork's recording it
The rhythm! It moves my insides like sunshine jelly!
Isn't she [ an adorable / a darling ] thing?
When she says 'jelly' it makes me think of someone's ass, and then I think--
How dare you, sir! That's my childwoman you're speaking of!
Matthew, I didn't say Bjork
I'm just thinking of any ass
Not even necessarily a woman, it could be my own ass
Like my ass is--
Vincent you are an ass!
You are an ass!
What about my ass?
It's hard from sports
My Orphanage
They said my mama's loose.
I could have been lucky like them
The downcast glance, the empty embrace
I'm an evil thing.
No one else is here,
It's in me. It's a part.
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.
I am made to eat this horrid porridge.
They box me on the ears.
How often I vow to flee, to go.
But this is the only home I know.
My stammered speech, my one suitcase,
My Orphanage, My hateful place.
Like that case, this place I carry
Inside of me.
It's not so very heavy for a stocky child.
They said she was wild.
Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw.
My strange and puffy moon-like face,
My Orphanage,
My hateful place.
My stringy hair, my lack of grace,
My Orphanage,
My hateful place.
Happy families
Look in my
Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see:
Of my orphanage,
My hateful place.
I am way full of something
That was left by the side of the road.
I am chipped, curly-lipped.
Never any kindness was shown.
My Orphanage, My Dear.
My Orphanage, My Heart.
Crosswalk
Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?
I look to the left and the right when I'm crossing.
Chorus
I think of a lot of a things when I'm walking.
I think of a lot of a things walking home.
I say them aloud, to myself I am talking.
I talk to myself when we are alone.
Why-ee-i-ee-i am I feeling no pain?
Why-ee-i-ee-i do I cry when I say Good
Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm calling your name?
I look straight ahead when I'm crossing the road.
The baggage I carry, that load I am tossing.
I look back behind at the row that I've hoed.
Chorus
Hunter's Kiss
But I saw it coming, flying through the air.
I have never been like this before.
My life is not mine.
I could see the steaming of his cloudy breath.
Chorus
It's a sad story about a deer and a man
A romantic scene from a lullaby.
In a clearing green, where his eyes met mine.
I was frozen motion. Oh! His bow was raised.
Then the fleeting notion-that my life he'd save.
Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where
Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.
Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.
Felt my body sinking to the grassy floor
I have never known a love like this.
Felt the flaming arrows of the Hunter's Kiss.
Like a dog or a wife.
He has taken his time.
He has taken my life.
No, I was not dreaming.
I was next to death.
As I lay there twitching, then my legs he tied.
There was nothing missing on the day I died.
Chorus
Our Lies
I went for a ride on the carousel.
Actually, I was never conceived.
And I don't expect to be believed,
But I've found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread.
And when I think of the lie filled love-life that I've led....
I row boats all day with Karl, Vlad, and E. Leon.
My tongue made of ivory, my teeth are all gone.
The bones in my face weren't here all along.
I'm straight and I love coffee cake!
I found a lost puppy and I took him home.
Since then he's agreed to leave me alone
For over a month cuz I'm spelling bee queen.
Let me tell you more, you'll see what I mean.
I took a sealion by the waist and I twisted it.
Then I kiss-ed it. It was mossy and chaste.
That is funny, isn't it?
Not to tell you would be such a waste.
Can't you see me?
I am your long lost best friend.
Please believe me.
All these things have happened.
I was on a yellow horse, right behind the swan.
In the swan, a man and a woman they were doing it.
I didn't want to look. I wished I'd brought a book.
I looked down at the chip in my horse's red mane.
He had a high, soft, beautiful voice.
I got down and ran around, and then I asked him his name.
He said out loud, he said it was "First Choice".
Yes Mom, I'm still a virgin.
And you are Marilyn Monroe.
When I was a little girl, we grew wings and flew under the sea
To see my daddy, Mr. Edgar Allen Poe.
Oh, I would crawl into the furnace to take a warm nap
On the cast-iron lap of Walt Disney.
Then we'd go out for a swim in the Sea of Mercury.
I never thanked him for what he did for me.
Can't you see me?
I am your long lost best friend.
Please believe me.
All these things have happened.
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes
Metal head, mohair wig, rubber pants, I cry I dance,
Mohair wig in afro style, very scary little smile.
Pick me up for heaven sakes.
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.
Rosy cheek and ruby lip, better than banana split.
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.
Fully fexible, you see? Is there one as sweet as me?
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.
Aren't I your baby-cakes?
Don't fall for little fakes.
Aren't I your baby-cakes?
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
Daintier, smarter, better dressed!
AntiqueHighHeelRedDollShoes.
Cooped
(noise)
They're ready to begin!
(more noises)
(applause)
Oh my god... they really had balls to expose themselves like that
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