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