Prayers on Fire lyrics

first: I tried to kill it with a hammer
thought that I could lose
the head
sure! we've eaten off the silver
(when even food was against us)
and then I tried to kill it in the bed
second: I gagged it with a pillow
but awoke the nuns inside
my head
they pounded their goddy-goddy fists
(from the inside - so from the outside)
I got good: I stuck it. dead
thirdly: I put my lips upon it

the light from the window
falls on the floor
and after it breaks
I cut my feet
on the little bright pieces
(I glow in the dark)
but only when night falls
it's falling it's falling
it's falling it's falling
it falls

my head is a night-club
club-clubbed to dull drums
beating to slow
to dance or to breathe or to dance
I insist that you cut in
(I a la flamb?

in our yard
how many chickens can we count
on our fingers and toes
on their toes
sitting on father's hole
sitting on his chest
crushing rocks of dirt
the earth is soft in our
yard yard
stones in my shoes
and feet
dragging them through museums
where
under glass
refridgerate
freeze
hands and feet
and knobbly knees
yard yard

this is true oh! this is true it's true

mister forever said nothing said
I can sing
hit it! make it a dead one
with words like with words like
blood and soldier and mother
o.k. o.k.
I want to I wanna sleep before the end
which is most impolite
hit it! make it a dead one
if nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
you can sing the end
o.k. o.k.
then I could get

King Ink strolls into town
he sniffs around

King Ink kicks off his stink-boot
sand and soot and dust and dirt and
he's much bigger than you think
King Ink
King Ink
King Ink
a wake up a King Ink a get up a King Ink a wake up a King Ink
a get up a get up a get up a get up a get up
up up up up up up up up up up...

a bug crawls up the wall

King Ink feels like a bug

wow! uh oh

I am a figure of fun
obsessive, dead-pan and moribund
[creantic girl] seasick
I am the figure of fun

[?] I baked in the sun
I have no luck in love
I have no luck in anything
I am a figure of fun

and I'm impressed by everyone
but I impress no-one
it's irritating
I am a figure of fun

ROCK!

I am a figure of fun
I have money

worn and gnawn
a little hole
just a small hole
letting in a sick wind
in a small puffs

yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
through which blow
a small sick wind
yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
puff puff
the sick wind blows

slipping stitches leading to
so slight a hole
slipping in a sick wind
slippery sickly wind

yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
across the threshole
a little sick wind
yo-ho-hole

insect insect insect insect incest insect incest insect

Nick The Stripper
a-hideous to the eye
a-hideous to the eye
well he's a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
and ooooooooh! here we go again

Nick The Stripper
a-dances on all fours
a-dances on all fours
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit

when ya walk outa here
when ya walk out
I gotta fill up that space
or fill up that no-space
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears and
cry cry cry cry
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can
cry cry cry cry

when ya slam that door
when that door slams

zoo-music girl zoo-music girl

our life together is a hollow tooth
spit out the shells, spit out the shells
you know exactly what I'm talking about
don't drag the orchestra into this thing
rattle those sticks, rattle those sticks
the sound is beautiful, it's perfect!
the sound of her young legs in stockings
the rhythm of her walk, it's beautiful
just let it twist, let it break

this place is hell to me
with the devil in my bed
and the devil in this bottle
and the devil in my head
I'll meet you in heaven again
if you wear that dress again
(I'll have one more drink, my friend)
where my heart is kept on ice
and prayers burst into flames
prayers on fire

what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names
wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames
in the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!
the hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types
so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles
so we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain

Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm

smothered in mud at the foot of the river

the color vague is slapped around stupid
blood dries to a very dull color

I'm drowning and there is no relief from

it's only 12,000 miles to heaven

but the car is broken and we're all well-spoken

I've met three people but I don't think they like me

Kathy's kisses, they fall out of
her mouth onto the floor, collect dust
and sweep them under the door