The Ceiling Is Bendin
Well, its midnight in a liquor store
In texas on halloween
Salvador dali watches
From his window in a dream
Jesus is a rock star
Who destroys all he sees
Godzilla is a cowboy
Who is dressed up as a queen
She isnt as depressed as she used to be
Come on over here, my dear
Well, I hold my head real still
So I cant see very far
They got all these vietnamese
Heads stuffed into jars
They got all these things
That make them look like theyre way in
They use polythene plastics
On their bods instead of skin
If I had someone to talk to
I wouldnt mind so much
But it takes so long to get there
Cant remember where I was
And I wouldnt mind to talk to you
Even if I could
The ceiling is bendin on my telephone
Everythings gettin weird
And my skin falls from my bones
song performed by Flaming Lips
Added by Lucian Velea
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