Morticiachair

Lyrics for Morticiachair

Now, let's talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment Right there in front of the living room as an open invitation to strangers A cold machine might show Smiling like a face, waiting for a telephone call, of a beloved feline She is in a state and it's california She's been there for quite a while I've got no presents I've got no presents Drop the phone Take the plane and come back home again Drop the phone Take the plane and come back home again Drop the phone Take the plane and come back home again Drop the phone Take the plane and come back home again Drop the phone Take the plane and come back home again She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls W,hen she goes for the doorknob By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade, oh nostalgia Lost myself in so many ways I didn't know what to think of him Ah, maybe I think to much, I don't think so Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears It's only a variation Had long and boring conversations about nothing Talked so much I bored myself to death And the more I talk, the more I turn into a vegetable God I'm such a fool She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob Taste of orange, orange Little christ I'm in her bath-tub, consulted Consulted Consulted Consulted I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me Information, information I'm bored, bored Information Turn