Mask

Well hello pretty woman
You're looking good
With a yellow dot skirt
And you're swaying hah

You look as though you've ate your one last meal
You're conceit is all thats left
You can sing a spiel
You used to hide away in kiosk land
Let's find you out and loosen up
You're so upset

Making coffee for the poor machines
Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes

I have you
You have me
We go where we want to be
We have it
We have fun
We go places to have some hah

Well they're as stiff as new york
With the right wing lights
And the babies get for real if the group is right
Following her swallowing some two-tone pills
They said he's looking crazy but he's so well built
You're moving steady, soon you'll be that star
Don't wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car
They'll line you up and strip you down you'll see
That you're still the horny two-eyed bitch you used to be

Harree aee ah

Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too
They're hiding places can't and won't expect you to

But he's seen shadows upon that ball
Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install
They'll soon realize that stardom's going to your head
They'll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead...

Your mother father brother sister too
Natural best
All the best go on you

I have you
You have me
We go where we want to be
We have it
We have fun
We go places to have some

(harree aee ah)

Lalalalalalalalalalala la
Lalalalalalalalalalala la
Lalalalalalalalalalala la

The man who was mortally wounded in war
Kept on fighting
The man who was cut to the quick by love
Kept on loving
The man who was merciless tortured by thoughts
Kept on thinking
The man who was crippled with concern
Kept on caring

Hair of the dog
Hair of the dog
Hair of the dog that turned
Hair of the dog

The man whose eyes were sore from obscenities
Kept on looking
The man whose heart bled, killed by compassion
Kept on feeling
The man whose legs buckled under exertion
Kept on running
The man whose ears burned to the sound of his own name
Kept on listening

Hair of the dog
Hair of the dog
Hair of the dog that turned
Hair of the dog

Dancing on hot tiles
Dancing on tender hooks
Dancing down church aisles
Dancing on holy books
Dancing on crocodiles
Dancing on hallowed ground
Dancing nyjinsky style
Dancing with the lost and found

Dancing on rock 'n roll's grave
Dancing on burning coals
Dancing on "jesus saves"
Dancing with old scratch soul
Dancing on flick knives
Dancing a stiletto groove
Dancing our nine lives away
Dancing in the louvre

Dancing in catacombs
Dancing in tuxedo drag
Dancing in dark rooms
Dancing on all your flags
Dancing in the vatican
Dancing on the papal gown
Dancing on the taxman
Dancing on the crown

We're dancing to the dark side of this tune

We're dancing to the dark side of this tune

Gonna be like a dog
Lay flat on my back
Pull my feet off the ground
Let my head hit the sack

I'm muscle in plastic
Nyjinski's bad move
Just a white show piece
I've got nothing to lose

I preach for the praise
Can't laugh so i gaze
Like a bad offset
I'm just counting the days

I'm a muscle in plastic
Nyjinski's bad move
Just a white show piece
I've got nothin, nothing to lose

Sonar blips on my arms
My head's increased
Just a hotel inmate
I'm the lover deceased
I'm the latent impression of a dancer's leg
I like faking persuasion
And laying my bed

I'm a muscle in plastic
Nyjinski's bad move
Just a white show piece
I've got nothing to lose

And he spoke of pastures green
I was never told why
Each journey lasts an age
And my throat feels dry
It must be the lesson
Hidden deep inside
It must be the lesson
So roll the tide

So i began the crossing
My throat burned dry
Searching for satori
The kick in the eye
I am the end of reproduction
Given no direction
Every care is taken
In my rejection

Kick in the eye (x4)

Every care is taken
With my rejection
And my abduction
To my addiction
Every care is taken
With my protection
And my abduction
From my addiction

Kick in the eye (x4)