Flaming Lips Follow

Well, it's midnight in a liquor storeIn Texas on HalloweenSalvador Dali watchesFrom his window in a dreamJesus is a rock starwho destroys all he seesGodzilla is a cowboyWho is dressed up as a queenShe isn't as depressed as she used to beCome on over here, my dearWell, I hold my head real stillSo I can't see very farThey got all these VietnameseHeads stuffed into jarsThey got all these thingsThat make them look like they're way inThey use polythene plasticsOn their bods instead of skinIf I had someone to talk toI wouldn't mind so muchBut it takes so long to get thereCan't remember where I wasAnd I wouldn't mind to talk to youEven if I couldThe ceiling is bendin' on my telephoneEverything's gettin' weirdAnd my skin falls from my bones