Reese's Pieces, I Don't Know Who John Cleese Is?

Oh, it's a shame that I have to tape over

Those elysian smiles, I thought I'd keep forever

I remember it all like it was yesterday...

Forget all, set it down, hit record

And back away... My intestines are fastening laces

Intolerable to fucking untangle

These vigilant eyes can't keep off the timekeepers

Second hand every angle

What's keeping you waiting?

Usually out before I open my eyes

Why did you pick today?

To depilate between your thighs...

Are you waiting for his tongue to come?

And brush against your cleaned trimmed hair?

I hope he knows, that curvilinear gyrating space

Won't be the only thing he'll taste down there

Stop to think about it

If we've both flooded the same skin...

You've tasted me

I've tasted you

Who knows how many places

My tongue has been?

My tongue has been...

I left, you stayed, I hoped and prayed

That these nauseating thoughts weren't true

Before we met, I wouldn't bet

I would give up nihilism for you!

Nothing ever made sense

Was I even real?

Took everything wouldn't touch

And made me feel (hell yeah!)

I had all my faith in you

That you would never commit and act of deceit

To wake up in the ante meridian

Knowing there would be solid ground to support my feet

If it is alright (if it is alright) to conceal the truth

Then when does the concealment end, and lying begin?

Tell me when? Tell me when? This is a maudlin motion picture

A theme song in search of a movie

I've got the perfect script to match this tune

Who really knows what goes on in the afternoon?

Lets not ruin the surprise

I don't buy these incredulous denials

Do you think you've found the exit

To your escape? I really shouldn't be thinking this way

It would put my mind at ease

If I caught your ass on tape

They'll be no excuses, baby

I'll forward this to your friends and family

Maybe I should reconsider this diagnosis

Lets think things out before we conclude

Commonly a virtuoso at these procedures

But this was the saddest thing my eyes have ever viewed

The postmeridian hours that we performed

Seemed like such a perfunctory routine

But I can obviously tell by the footage here

That you're in love with his machine!

How could you do this to me?

Next time you won't get out so easily

Now that I know what I'm up against

I came prepared

Bat in hand behind the closest door I painfully stared

Say "hello" to this bark, in-between your teeth

Soon you will also be bleeding from underneath

It took balls to do what you've done

Having your manhood in your mouth is no fun

And as for you darling, you're going no where

It's kind of hard to move when you're tied to a chair

See there's a twist to this lovely

For you too see

What's hiding in your wardrobe

Isn't a shopping spree

Comes out to stilts supporting the wait of lust

I always thought you were someone I could always trust

Now watch this we smacking flesh

I'm sure you don't even care

But with your eyelids sown back to your brows

This leaves you forced to stare

With a wire wrapped around his neck

Tightly tied to a tree

There he stood on the top of the cliff

With his inanimate life, above the sea

He drinks his virulent drink

And sets himself on fire

Pulls the trigger though the midair

Misses his head and snaps the wire

Now choking and strangling in the water

His body begins to sink

Not only did that put out the flames

But he regurgitated his drink

This wasn't the worse thing that could happen... Yes, it is

We're dying slowing again... We're dying

Slowly again?

Stop, rewind, watch them die

(Oh, don't you love to play it back, and watch it all over?)