heard And your skin is a cream Dipped out beyond measure Your nose is a pink color Touched by the weather Your fingers are keys From the grandest piano
hide beneith the pretty paint. You wanna be okay with everything. You wanna be transformed and stay the same. You wanna be dry in the rain. You loved you skin
I don't know where to find you I don't know how to reach you I hear your voice in the wind I feel you under my skin Within my heart and my soul I wait
songs when I looked in the mirror In the howls and the moons round my eyes So long, so high Then winter came and there was little left between us Skin
In Twilight, this guy I know The palest skin you ever saw All the girls still want him though And now you know, I wanna be like Edward Cullen I wanna
the Concord with a fine broad bottle of wine poured bungalos bundles of ones with O's braodway shows, fly condos sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino live with Tony Bennet on piano
's web silk, drain piano island of it's pineapple milk. pave the sea, divorce the fish from the fin. the gavel pounds...the audience hisses for skin.
tune. Marooned on Piano Island. Population of two, population me and you. I met a girl with eight inch fingers. She clothed herself in pineapple skin
flesh in a drum machine's dream. We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos. Oh, Team Machine! Every single piano
rainbows vomit what? Burn Piano Island Burn! Coconut pupils never shut? Burn Piano Island Burn! Jigsaw babies and their bamboo stilts? Burn Piano Island
in a cage, making love to a switchblade. There's a man behind bars, milking abandoned cars. There's a priest in shackles, building bombs out of bibles. And piano
Alice, where's your hair? She said; look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife Alice, where's your teeth? She said, look at the piano. They?re
Tales Talk about a bleeding piano Right, this is a lovely little song now about the ups and downs of life Come on Come on Go I'm sick of you tasting
My skin has atrophied. It has been so long since the last touch. The maggots play their dead instruments for me. Devour in the key of E. Like a symphony
get here? Things I don't remember Dressed up alligators, how'd the hell we get here? Things I don't remember There was dressed up alligator There was come on the piano
My spine can be, the piano keys, that your fingertips play, wide eyed as the ships collide, along the docks of the lower east side, and we're on this
somebody somebody somebody somebody Would you twist? Would you twist that man?s wrist? It?s good to fix up a few, dirty tricks Yeah I don?t give a shit well my skin
wanna say this like I've never heard it said before Gotta say it in a way you'll keep forevermore I know you feel it now Radiating through my skin