《Bed to the Bills》歌词

[00:00:12] The next day the exact same nurse

[00:00:14] Is standing with her back to me

[00:00:16] At every last passing bus stop

[00:00:21] Only this time what looks like a small stack of bills

[00:00:29] With bat wings is hovering just beside her

[00:00:32] They're bound together by a narrow wishbone

[00:00:34] Beneath it rests a large bowl full

[00:00:37] Of some indistinct fruit

[00:00:38] Waxen looking still atop a three quarter

[00:00:41] Length Corinthian column

[00:01:07] To the left is a rather fit 'Right' woman's left leg

[00:01:12] Buried thigh deep in the hallowed and wood chip

[00:01:16] Topped bus stop grounds

[00:01:18] The planted lady's leg looking clean shaven and hot

[00:01:22] Sweat beading up about its calf in the black

[00:01:24] Avenue amplified sun

[00:01:25] An eye blue high heel jut in full bloom on its visible end

[00:01:29] And so you get off to find two suits arguing silent

[00:01:34] Before a double parked and obviously unmarked cop car

[00:01:37] The blown up head flesh of two big business men

[00:01:40] A hover above them

[00:01:42] A good foot or two of twine dangling from their tied off throats

[00:01:45] Running down into their hollowed dress shirt collar mouths

[00:01:48] You overhear them mutter something serious about

[00:01:53] 'The second hand emotion'

[00:01:55] And then comes something like semi poetic directions

[00:02:06] A ways down commerce then turn dead straight into ashes

[00:02:13] And so you walk

[00:02:23] Predicting all possible presents in ever to bits and back

[00:02:31] From the bed to the bills you see nothing

[00:02:39] But pit within pit within pit an undeniable feeding on you

[00:03:43] And more this

[00:03:50] A honey smothered hand

[00:03:56] Gun all covered in ants

[00:03:57] Trembles on a three quarter

[00:04:05] Length Corinthian column