Lyrics:

Fingers: 1-900-USA-NAILS
Prisoner: 'operator I love you.
Operator, I would never leave you
Operator I love to see your face pressed up against the glass.
I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear'

Put the receiver to your chest
And let me know who loves you best.

The county sheriff said that my baby is dead.
They found him in some trash can, blue all clenched and chewed.

Don't judge me, I'm not his real mother,
I couldn't even recognize his face, his tears of wax,
His skin like a subway running over spinal tracks.

Operator can I confide you?
They haven't got an ounce of proof
Those pigs locked me up to see what color i'd rot into

It wasn't me it was my false tiger limbs
It wasn't me it was the garbage gryphon
When I walk i wald alone - operator come on
When I watch you through the phone - operator come on
And depupil these lonely eyes,
The love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry

1-900-USA-NAILS - oh baby
I get one phone call a day from Molson County jail

Operator: 1-900-USA-NAILS.
98 cents per minute cash or credit, check or debit

Operator-rator wont you tell me again
Operator-rator yeah you're my only friend

Do you remember that night in the back of daddy's car
Strumming the chords of your pubic guitar

The way you tasted like a movie star
The way the windsheild reflected the sunrise,
The way the light tattooed your thighs

You're the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world
Tour time is up, till next time! We'll send you a bill.

Listen, can you hear the buildings crumbling in slow motion?
Blow me up like a balloon we'll float over the ocean
Listen, can you hear them taking me away,
Don't tell the fucking guards what i've said.
Can you see the angels stringing wires through my face?

Meet me next week, same time, same place.