Lyrics:

Things are in black and white
You are the sole member of tonight's studio audience
Splayn before you is the made for TV 2D back drop of some classic cooking show set
The dead man from one dollar, only 30 years younger, is stood contra posto before you
Front and center on stilts, pressing the drawn fangs of a tore in two fork tenderly against the quivering lip of a plastic champagne flute
Several beads of clean water quickly slip from the pulled teeth tips
Fingers in your mouth out of fear
And tangle softly to a body in its empty crystal pit
Your shadow's somehow shot itself up on the wall behind him
Throwing a peace sign up like devil's horns above his ever so signature president head silhouette
He catches your eye and calls you up to the stage,
while he opens a wee door wide in his overall armor
He then shows you a change slot bore where his appendix would be,
and says softly, "see how" he too had been bit by the audience once
He takes to the floor from his stilts.
As you make for beside him on stage, you bump exposed flesh by mistake
The heat from his hurt has its way with the hairs on your neck,
till your glasses go black and you lean back on a yell
Just then he wiggles a pec with the quickness, and wishes your mouth flooded shut

Steel wool, safety glass, and loosed teeth (x4)

Your shadow, now cringed in tight behind you, is puddled up soaking the skin on your heels
Your busy scraping your tongue down like a wildman with the jagged edge of your house key

And angry dream George is once more top his stilts, still swallowing your yell
Calling your attention yet again to the slot tore in his side,
as he shouts something down about you sucking out venom

You motion to cover your eyes,
while your shadow breaks free and lets dive,
through your back, sucking in its blacks
as you gag from the pit of your person and pitch

...

You wake up dark eared and edgy on a bench in a park,
sizing up the there amounts of edible meat on the closest rock dove
and then nearby elderly woman in the raw,
extracting American water all by bald eye and one public school education
Until you feel like sinking or singing
Like sinking or singing (x3)