《Return of the Vein》歌词

[00:04:11] Return Of The Vein - Subtle

[00:04:11] Things are in black and white

[00:04:11] You are the sole member of tonight's studio audience

[00:04:11] Splayin' before you is the made for

[00:04:11] T.V 2-d back drop of some classic cooking show set

[00:04:11] The dead man from one dollar, only 30 years younger

[00:04:11] Is stood contra posto before you

[00:04:11] Front and center on stilts

[00:04:11] Pressing the drawn fangs of a tore in two fork

[00:04:11] Tenderly against the quivering lip

[00:04:11] Of a plastic champagne flute

[00:04:11] Several beads of clean water

[00:04:11] Quickly slip from the pulled teeth tips

[00:04:11] And tangle softly to a body in its empty crystal pit

[00:04:11] Fingers in your mouth, out of fear

[00:04:11] Your shadow's somehow shot itself up on the wall behind him

[00:04:11] Throwing a peace sign up like devil's horns

[00:04:11] Above his ever so signature presidents head silhouette

[00:04:11] He catches your eye and calls you up to the stage

[00:04:11] While he opens a wee door wide in his overall armor

[00:04:11] He then shows you a change slot

[00:04:11] Bore where his appendix would be

[00:04:11] And says softly, "See how" he too

[00:04:11] Had been bit by the audience once

[00:04:11] He takes to the floor from his stilts

[00:04:11] As you make for beside him on stage

[00:04:11] You bump exposed flesh by mistake

[00:04:11] The heat from his hurt has its way with the hairs on your neck

[00:04:11] Till your glasses go black and you lean back on a yell

[00:04:11] Just then he wiggles a pec with the quickness

[00:04:11] And wishes your mouth flooded shut

[00:04:11] Full of steel wool, safety glass and loosed teeth

[00:04:11] Your shadow now cringed in tight behind you

[00:04:11] Is puddled up soaking the skin on your heels

[00:04:11] You're busy scraping your tongue down

[00:04:11] Like a wild man with the jagged edge of your house key

[00:04:11] And angry dream George is once more top his stilts

[00:04:11] Still swallowing your yell, calling your attention

[00:04:11] Yet again to the slot tore in his side

[00:04:11] As he shouts something down

[00:04:11] About you sucking out venom

[00:04:11] You motion to cover your eyes

[00:04:11] While your shadow breaks free and lets dive

[00:04:11] Through your back, sucking in its blacks

[00:04:11] As you gag from the pit of your person and pitch

[00:04:11] Blackpage

[00:04:11] You wake up dark eared and edgy on a bench in a park

[00:04:11] Sizing up the there amounts of edible meat

[00:04:11] On the closest rock dove

[00:04:11] And then nearby elderly woman

[00:04:11] In the raw, extracting American water

[00:04:11] All by bald eye and one public school education

[00:04:11] Until you feel like sinking or singing