I really like the makeup sex It's the only kind I ever get And when I'm gazing longingly in your eyes It's not for you but the self I left behind Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I'm sharpening the chip on my shoulder As I get angrier I get older There are fewer and fewer people to complain to So I built a ship of sh*t and direct it at you Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I'll show you mine If you show me the time of day In your cradlers' glove We'll drink some wine, with the passing of time We will surely make love Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I love you baby I don't know why It's the chemicals I see in your eyes And when you touch me, I feel kind of numb I need you like a baby needs to suck his thumb Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I love you baby, I don't know why

I'm not such a good lover I'm a better talker So when you touch me there I'm scared that you'll see Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I don't love myself There are things these days That can help you through a phase Like food and health and fear I prefer the beer Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I hate myself Oh when the cityscape is born From the ocean floor It speaks its native tongue Physical, subliminal Not the way that it left you cold But the way that you left yourself And the Moon falls from the Earth And the Sun, it fills its girth And I know we'll go howl at the night Oh, howl at the night But still the sun will not hide our fight Oh, hide our fight I laugh a lot But that's just a plot I found a way to make the night stay Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I hate myself It was Oprah On the TV show She told me so It was Oprah On the TV show She told me so Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I love myself

Rains fell cold through June Grass is up to my thigh Say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon Say it opens up the seeds of the pine I only want to dream about you The dollar I could spend but I should save Just to see my fingers in your hair The golden wheat around us and Beneath us where we lay You're a slow ride down a country mile You're the smell of apple pie to the blind You're the last light on a July western sky You're the center of the watermelon, You're a sweet, sweet smile Cottonwood a-shakin in the breeze Surrounded by a starry sky Easy to forget the things we need Easy to stumble around mostly blind I could tell you not to come in from the storm I could tell you not to be so kind I could tell you not to close the door I could say I never wanted you for mine Rains fell cold through June Grass is up to my thigh Say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon Say it opens up the seeds of the pine Say it opens up the seeds of the pine Say it opens up the seeds of the pine

The bullet went into him His skin did part in two Skin that women had touched The bullet passed on through The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail The bullet went into him His stomach filled with food Many fine meals he tasted there But the bullet passed on through The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail The bullet went into him Through his heart with thoughts of you Where your kisses he inhaled The lies and the truth The bullet went into him Traveled up into his head Through thoughts of love and hate The living and the dead The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail

Here is a region of abundant details Here is a region that is seldom used And here is a region that continues living Even when the other sections are removed Put your hand out of your pocket Wipe the sweat off of your brow Now it feels like a bad connection No more information now As it passes through your neurons Like a whisper in the dark Raise your eyes to one who loves you It is safe right where you are Here is an area of great confusion Here is a section that's extremely precise And here is an area that needs attention Here is the connection to the opposite side Here, too many sounds for your brain to comprehend Here the sound gets organised into things that make some sense Here there is something we call elucidation Is it the truth or merely a description? Here Here Here Here

There are no angels left in America anymore They left after the Second World War heading west Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60's Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade They kept heading west to who knows where What are they after? What are they looking for? A messiah who never comes? A virgin birth? A perfect drug? A sign, any kind of sign? Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary Flying over fields and factories Momma's going off her head Daddy's bringing home the bacon Open up the pearly gates Fruit of salty lubrication Tangled up in arms and legs I can barely touch the bottom Now I'm working up a sweat! I'm ready now I'm ready now I can barely touch my own self How could I touch someone else? I am just an advertisement For a version of myself Like molecules in constant motion Like a million nervous tics I am quivering in anticipation Like the sunlight on their wings I'm ready now (don't look back) I'm ready now (I'm ready for this) I'm ready now The sensuous world - the smell of the sea The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees The angel inside - who will meet me tonight On wings of desire - I come back alive I'm ready I'm ready (I put the dogs outside) I'm ready I'm ready (to take that ride) I'm ready now I'm ready now (to take that wine) I'm ready now but where are you?