Flaming Lips - The Ceiling Is Bendin' Lyrics
Well, its 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 isnt as depressed as she used to beCome on over here, my dearWell, I hold my head real stillSo I cant see very farThey got all these vietnameseHeads stuffed into jarsThey got all these thingsThat make them look like theyre way inThey use polythene plasticsOn their bods instead of skinIf I had someone to talk toI wouldnt mind so muchBut it takes so long to get thereCant remember where I wasAnd I wouldnt mind to talk to youEven if I couldThe ceiling is bendin on my telephoneEverythings gettin weirdAnd my skin falls from my bones