Of Montreal "Women's Studies Victims" |
They had painted her face Like a man's mistake (Had committed a mistake) Like a man's mistake Gangbanging a sad return to the eel shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and opens its eyes To the ladies of the spread She took me home and spit in my drink She spoke of Germaine Greer and Freiden, I dunno what to think I took her standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink She draped me in a stole (what kind?) I think Malaysian mink And threw me out into the snow, I waited for the bus Oh come some values for the screaming, "Are you one of us?" I said, "Of course, man. Can't you see I've got some text reconstruction?" (What does that mean?) No clue It must be elicit, pentagram (What are you talking about?) No clue I checked my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know This life is not a prison, we are always free to go At anytime Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese stars My cuz had the rod's Chinese stars I'm trying to interface You met me at such a dismal point on the arc But I think I understand what you were saying About the smiles of the skulls The spastic face was the last one, our luck was white I read it with my head open or only slightly cracked Somebody else will have to close it when I'm done And make the most out of the visuals While walking through the woods I noticed someone had built a house For no one in particular (They wanna destroy us) (I know) (It's time to penetrate their fantasy) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |