Ring out the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! When the party blacks out again, you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin. Slap the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin!

Happy Birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin. There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound, glossy skeletons, boyfriends but no friends. And that birthday greeting on your face reads one more year of smiles faked!

Ring out the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed, those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned. And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion from the living room into your father's swimming pool, you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.

Happy Birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin. There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound, glossy skeletons, boyfriends but no friend And that birthday greeting on your face reads one more year of smiles faked!

Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong! So now you've made it to the top of their list. Congratulations, you're fucking's greatest hit!!!

Behind husks of leather, photo albums shield their laughter
You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?

Your fantasy season
Gangrened off the calendar
Gangrened off the calendar
Your fantasy season (Gangrened off the calendar)
Your fantasy season (Gangrened off the calendar)

Ambulance X extracts several consultants from the slow, gumming death at the office orifice
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee and dumps her in the xylophone trees
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for Repunzels rotting in their skin-cooking coffins
Ambulance Y drops the body at the doorstep!

Ambulance X pulls you out of the party and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
Ambulance Y teaches you the word "goodbye" and cuts off your hands to show you where you stand
Under the monolith, under the monolith!
What is love?
What is scam?
What is sun?
What is tan!?

The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep
The sirens flash emergency, oh yeah, you'd better come quick
The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth
And then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts

Roll tape! Decode the moans!
Roll tape! Decode the moans!
And ventilate the scandal from these locked-up mouth holes!
Roll tape! Decode the moans!

You'll never see your wife and children again, so tell us what was going through your head
When you looked into their eyes and said, "No thanks, I'll take the hooker instead"?

Roll tape! Decode the moans!
Roll tape! Decode the moans!
And ventilate the scandal from these locked-up mouth holes!
Roll tape! Decode the moans!
Roll tape! Decode the moans!

You'll never see that office again
So when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
Come a little bit closer to the mic and tell us what you miss more:
your desk or the hungry sky?

The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard
And leave you there bubbling on broken sonnets and shards
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
And show them the scrap book of your operation:

"His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter, and lies
All his secret wishes, all his world-famous sighs
But before you roll over, oh yeah, before you give in
Just remember we're coming back for your children"

Fingers: 1-900-USA-NAILS

Prisoner: Operator, I love you. Operator, I would never leave you
I'd like to see your face pressed up against the glass .... I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear

Operator: Put the receiver to your chest and let me know who loves you best. 1-900-USA-NAILS, oh baby

Prisoner: The county sheriff said that my baby is dead. They found him in some trash can, blue, all jawed-up and chewed. But don't judge me, I'm not his real mother
I couldn't even recognize his face
His skin like a subway running over spinal tracks

Prisoner: Operator, can I confide in you?
They haven't got an ounce of proof! Those pigs locked me up here to see what color
I'd rot into, I'd rot into
I'd rot into, I'd rot into
I'd rot into, I'd rot into
I'd rot into

When I walk, I walk alone
Operator, come on
When I watch you through the phone
Operator, come on
And de-pupil these eyes
Love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry
Baby, they're making me cry

Prisoner: 1-900-USA-NAILS, oh baby.
I get one phone call a day from Molson County jail
Operator: 1-900-USA-NAILS, oh baby
98 cents per minute, cash or credit, check or debit

When I walk, I walk alone
Operator, come on
When I watch you through the phone
Operator, come on
And de-pupil these eyes
You know you're gonna-- making me cry
Baby, they're making me cry

Prisoner: Operator-rator, won't you tell me again?
Operator-rator, yeah, you're my only friend
Operator-rator, won't you tell me again?
Operator-rator, yeah, you're my only friend

Operator: Do you remember that night in the back of daddy's car... The way you strummed the chords of your pubic guitar... You tasted just like a movie star... The way the windshield reflected the sunrise... The way the light tattooed your thighs... Oh, you're the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world...
Our, our time is up. Until next time, I'll send you the bill...

Prisoner: Can you hear the buildings!? Crumbling in slow motion!?
Blow me up like a balloon! We'll float over the ocean!

Now listen, can you hear them taking me away!?
Don't tell those fucking guards what I've said!
And can you see the angels stringing wires through my face!?

Operator: Meet me next week, same time, same place!
So meet me next week, same time, same place
So meet me next week, same time, same place
So meet me next week, same time, same place
So meet me next week, same time, same place
So meet me next week, same time, same place
So meet me next week, same time, same place
So meet me next week, same time, same place