(Edge Of The) Ape Oven

We took your invitations and shoved them down into your eyesockets one by one

Fly on you fat bastards, fly on hot rod classics

Out at the ball park or up in your office

You're never alone while our work goes on

False impressions are your grave

Misdirections across the waves [? to ? rock classics]

Come back around to me [fly on, fat bastards, fly on, hot rod classics]

Vermin shades of at&t.

No one likes to answer questions less than me-myself-a-lees

But strength is hard to come by in the freeze.

Burial dub: cry fi dem!!!!!!!!

Crap went down

Hello, young lovers, i have

Interceded on behalf

Of what frosted golden spirochete?

I'm oversee communication lines

One-weight prophets

Signals ingested with conversion charts

Young but not invisible lovers all

From pole to pole to soul

Vicious businesses aside, you know

Send out my agents to mark freeze

With fluid "the man who shot women"

Full of men that i may seem.

Across the planetary shine

My loneliness cuts circles

Somewhere i wait for dawn

She waits strange and whole

Old paris knots

Sword swallower's gut

Blue blood until the vein is cut

That is why i'm living cold

Strange that i'm cold

Electric spider, radio wire

Crawls across the skin

At jimmy west's on park i can slip right in

Direct hits scored

With shots in the dark.

Just like your friendly astronauts of recent history

Jackyl faith launches penetration in controlled trajectories

And meanwhile, i haven't got the faintest clue of how to use myself to do the best for you

I don't know what to do and you don't know what you're doing.

I'd like to thank the thugs on the empire's fringe for letting me work inside like a syphilis, now

Move aside or you're twilight

What a devilish cut you are

Big like the fine fingered side that falls like sheets of rain

A sweet or not sweet killer, beautiful or ugly

High-fisted sword man

And after a while i get the angles stangled and high, man

Like you'll never call or write with any frequency to me

When the spiral robot monkey come a knockin' upon your sleeping crest

When the spiral robot monkey come a knockin' upon your sleeping crest

He's gonna drill his monitor into your heaving breast

When the monkey satellitus is in your body map

When the monkey satellitus is in your body map

You're not gonna know all the shadows he shows

When zap turns into crap