Rainbo 'round Yer Thorax
She stumbled out the hotel room
She had one of them frenzied-city-epidermis goin' on
Where all the regulars take yer part, play yer part
And others rarely seen seep out of the holes and the cracks
In the walls
And this was what and who was where she came from
Who knows? I can't really remember
I remember the membrane
I remember the scraps and how she danced
I remember the scraps and the membranes and how she danced
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
She had a friend this girl looked more like an American runaway
But they coulda met there bonded by the common look a loneliness
In her eyes
She was on 'there poor child awww'
Burn ma tongue with hot juniper coals and tell Her eyes
I can't stand it and she was on there poor child
(The alchemy of strange machinery
And she used telepathy to talk to me)
All up and down the walls
(The alchemy of strange machinery
And she used telepathy to talk to me)
Talk to me
She spoke with an accent
Rail Thin
Knock us out, Knock us out
Knock us out
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
Cuz at least I feel alive
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
She make it look so pretty
She make it look so smart
(Skeletal Geletal)
Science, utopia comin on
Petal encrusted white American sex princess
Photoelectric heat
(Hey Killer)
Pourin' out yer thighs
(Meow Meow)
So one night I just couldn't take it anymore
(Fingerprints)
So I crawled up every clickin clackin stairs
(What she was doin with them walls)
Round turn the poles in the halls
Pressed against my fingerprints
(Made outta man bones)
Pressed against my fingerprints
(What she was doin)
Beneath the Transmitter
Knock us out, Knock us out
Knock us out, Knock us out
Knock us out, Knock us out
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
Cuz at least I feel alive
She's not tragic in the American sense of the word
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
Awww here we are
Ain't it a shame?
They just don't make apparitions
Like they used to do
You got it under control?
Do you buy into it?
Hey
The apparatus just don't work like that my friend
She had one of them frenzied-city-epidermis goin' on
Where all the regulars take yer part, play yer part
And others rarely seen seep out of the holes and the cracks
In the walls
And this was what and who was where she came from
Who knows? I can't really remember
I remember the membrane
I remember the scraps and how she danced
I remember the scraps and the membranes and how she danced
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
She had a friend this girl looked more like an American runaway
But they coulda met there bonded by the common look a loneliness
In her eyes
She was on 'there poor child awww'
Burn ma tongue with hot juniper coals and tell Her eyes
I can't stand it and she was on there poor child
(The alchemy of strange machinery
And she used telepathy to talk to me)
All up and down the walls
(The alchemy of strange machinery
And she used telepathy to talk to me)
Talk to me
She spoke with an accent
Rail Thin
Knock us out, Knock us out
Knock us out
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
Cuz at least I feel alive
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
She make it look so pretty
She make it look so smart
(Skeletal Geletal)
Science, utopia comin on
Petal encrusted white American sex princess
Photoelectric heat
(Hey Killer)
Pourin' out yer thighs
(Meow Meow)
So one night I just couldn't take it anymore
(Fingerprints)
So I crawled up every clickin clackin stairs
(What she was doin with them walls)
Round turn the poles in the halls
Pressed against my fingerprints
(Made outta man bones)
Pressed against my fingerprints
(What she was doin)
Beneath the Transmitter
Knock us out, Knock us out
Knock us out, Knock us out
Knock us out, Knock us out
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
And tie a rainbo 'round yer thorax
Cuz at least I feel alive
She's not tragic in the American sense of the word
Wipe that phantom off yer smile
Awww here we are
Ain't it a shame?
They just don't make apparitions
Like they used to do
You got it under control?
Do you buy into it?
Hey
The apparatus just don't work like that my friend
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Webb, Brad Benson, Bradley Benson, Justin Northrup, Stewart Atkin, Z. Michael
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