Assisted Harakiri

(One, two, three, four)

Malleable geography

Catheters overgrown

Moths confuse

Porch lights for the moon

(Over and over)

Oh, the treachery

Of anatomy

Oh, the treachery

Of anatomy

Celestial tadpoles scatter sawdust

For the disemboweled

Severed heads haloed

Mouths full of railroads

"Somebody is going to find what you decide

To leave behind"

So I never saw her again

Again

Cops are flammable

Cops are flammable

Cops are flammable

If you try

With lanterns lit

In empty rooms

I became birds

I became birds

(One, two, three, four)

The atmospheres are held by meat hooks

Now she lays there like a Bible

In a hotel drawer

In a hotel drawer