PERFORATED MAN: This is our dear lord at heaven’s gate See the wings upon his ankles Here’s the chariot the angels Five long years but worth the wait Further down you have the serpent I’m the master he’s the servant I keep him caged because he’s nervous For the dragon sleeps below Far down below This one is for my sweet beloved Died at childbirth undiscovered This one’s why I’m here I suffered - covered every hall with tears Now there’s nothing left to see Tell your children you met me The perforated man Just aim your camera While I flee A picture’s all I can bequeath You won’t be disappointed I guarantee Tell your children you met me The perforated man A BITTER PILL: Heard you on the radio The morning show was stuck Between a trailer and a bus Didn’t we do well my friend So how’s life in Las Vegas - Are there alligators waiters Drop-dead gorgeous babes in rugs You said it in the papers How you knew that you were never one of us And I confess I could not stand you with your poems and your pout When they used you as a racehorse in the playground I would cheer aloud Some of us are sweating Some of us are proud So what’s it like out there Remember standing in the crowd Those we have victimized will come back to haunt us Those we have vilified lie back and they taunt us Those we have victimized will come back to haunt us Those we rejected are high up on revenge - they will seek Seek THE TRAIN TO CHINA: Bikini girls and hunks are showing us the joys of being perfect Bouncing balls in June they're cruising - surfing to those tunes we love Hi-ho but get rubbing (?) please be careful with my tan Rust-red as a washed-up can but warm enough to tempt the lifeguard Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China Get those lips around my waist I need resuscitation Hammer on my heart and that old door of love will let you in Hi-ho but get rubbing (?) please be careful with my tan Rust-red as a washed-up can but warm enough to tempt the lifeguard Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China Save me (?) take me in your rickshaw far away to China EXTRACT FROM EMPATHY NO. 2: Instrumental SPLATTERFLICK: Reject spun his mutant eye on the tip of a finger Which he had indelicately chewed off earlier that day Surveyed the crowd above They were always there Beeping (?) Drinking the squalor Cherishing the misfortunes of ghosts discarded For my next trick I will dissolve my navel with a globule of my acid saliva He announced cynically And coins rained in - bouncing off his collapsed cranium So he took a bow - howled Just howled like a trumpet call from a hag’s cauldron Like a cry - like a scream from hell itself From hell itself BLACK CURTAINS: Cancel the wedding renounce all the vows I shall suck on those kisses - ride on a cow To the monastery high over there in the clouds Silent for 25 years I saw you collide with a history teacher Watched fingertips brush over coffee and Nietzche If he is your type who am I to beseech you To stay here for 25 years You tell him I cared you say I was earthy Steadfast and honest but not really worthy See how I feel when you’re pleading for mercy Baby in 25 years Stones in my heart there’s a lump in my throat Spare a cent for the misfit - a dime for his goat I’ll love you and leave you my favorite coat Had it for 25 years Black curtains Wish me well Black curtains Wish me well THE BOMB BOMB LOOPAPA TRIBE DROWN THEMSELVES IN A VAT OF MARMITE: Instrumental with Edward Ka-Spel's voice threaded throughout in a backwards loop. ALL THE STARS ARE FALLING: Time to lose Time to mourn Time to guide this raft on On through the storm We’re counting to ten thousand With our eyes closed I’m sure that island’s on the other side - a blink away Don’t shrink away I offer you my flask - no strings attached Just knock it back and count your blessings Yes you found me I’m your bounty I’m the prize so take me proudly Don’t open up your eyes Don’t play with knots or say the wrong thing I’m the captain of this ship It goes where I decide I make the rules I write the script Our mystery trip God’s mercy on an open sea And all the stars are falling Yes all the stars are falling Falling EXTRACT FROM EMPATHY NO. 3: Instrumenal DR. CHANG'S TUMMY RUB: Instrumental