I call my costars "brother"
I call my costars "knave"
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to Verdi's grave

And every single morning
By 10 AM I'm dressed
My rehearsals last for hours and hours
With diligence I have been blessed

Some people, they call me monster
Some people, they call me saint
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no one will complain

I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
I've sung for kings in Europe
And emperors in Japan

And after each performance
People stand around and wait
Just to tell me that they love my voice
Just to tell me that I'm great

I am an opera singer
I will sing when you're all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can't be said

I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
Most people seem to know my name
Or at least know who I am

Dust-devil cypress
And ripening fruit
Descending quick
Into the author's bathroom

Fawn, Jo and Tootsie
Are out on a wire
Lettuce-toothed junkies
All full of desire

Meanwhile, Rick James takes her new
And there's nothing I can do
Meanwhile, Rick James takes her new
And there's nothing I can do
And there's nothing I can say to you
I've got a lot of work to do
I guess I'll leave it up to you

Uninvited
We'll stay if we want
Searching through your closets
For your grandfather's gun

We will swim in your kidney
Kidney-shaped pool
Scratching at the bottom
For another clue, yeah

Fawn, Jo and Tootsie
Are out on a wire
Lettuce-toothed junkies
All full of desire

Meanwhile, Rick James takes her new
And there's nothing I can do
Meanwhile, Rick James takes her new
And there's nothing I can do
(meanwhile, Rick James takes her new)
And there's nothing I can say to you
(meanwhile, Rick James takes her new)

And there's nothing I can do
And there's nothing I can say to you
I've got a lot of work to do
I guess I'll leave it up to you

The man on the street might just as well be
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be

Outside, outside the world
Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
But the steel I,
Type jaw
Say it all
Say it all

But the white paint,
Plastic saints
Say it all
Say it all
Say it all

Say it all (x5)

Say somebody,
Has got to say it all
Somebody
Has got to say it all

I'm so nervous
I'm so tense
My heart can't forget about this self defense
The air is so hot
and my breath comes fast
I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last

I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last...

Outside, outside the world
Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
But the steel I,
Type jaw
Say it all
Say it all

But the white paint,
plastic saints
Say it all
Say it all
Say it all

Say it all (x5)

Say somebody,
Has got to say it all
Somebody
Has got to say it all

Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell

The man on the street might just as well be
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be

I want a girl with the right allocations,
Who is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack.
She's playing with her jewelry,
She's putting up her hair,
She's touring the facility
and picking up slack.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long... jacket.

I want a girl who gets up early, (gets up early!)
I want a girl who stays up late, (stays up late!)
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity,
Who uses a machete, to cut through red tape.

With fingernails that shine like justice,
and a voice that is dark like tinted glass,
She is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack.
She's touring the facility
and picking up slack.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long... long jacket.

(na na na na.....)

I want a girl with the smooth liquidation, (smooth liquidation!)
I want a girl with good dividends, (good dividends!)
At city bank we will meet accidentally, (meet accidentally!)
We start to talk when she borrows my pen.

She wants a car with a cup holder-arm rest,
She wants a car that will get her there.
She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen,
She's trading her MG for a white, Chrysler LaBaron
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long... jacket.

(na na na na na.....)

completely filling the palace concert hall
it's warm and golden like a oven that's wide open
it has a melody both happy and sad
built on victorious young triads
you enter the room with great caution
though no one in the hall is even watching
they are transfixed they are forgetting just to breathe
they are so taken by your symphony ah... in C

Your sitting there thinking your thoughts
they are not about what is but what is not
your sitting there breathing in your breath
you are seldom breathing life, but mostly death

So you'll be an Austrian nomad
commissioning a symphony in c
which defies all earthly descriptions
you'll be commissioning... a symphony in c

your resistance is useless
it is useless to resist it
his cigarette is burning but he never seems to ash
he is grooming his poodle
he is living comfort eagle
you can meet at his location but you'd better come with cash
now his hat is on backwards
he can show you his tattoos
he is in the music business
he is calling you "dude"

now today is tomorrow and tomorrow is today
and yesterday is weaving in and out
and the fluffy white lines
that the airplane leaves behind
are drifting in right in front of the waning of the moon

he is handling the money
he is serving the food
he knows about your party
he is calling you "dude"

now, do you believe in the one big sign?
the double wide shine one the boot heels of your prime?
doesn't matter if you're skinny, it doesn't matter if you're fat
you can dress up like a sultan in your onion head hat

we are building a religion
we are making a brand
we're the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand
take a bite of this apple mr. corporate events
take a walk in the jungle of cardboard shanties and tents
some people drink pepsi, some people drink coke
the wacky morning dj says democracy's a joke
he says, "now do you believe in the one big song?"
he's now accepting callers who would like to sing along
he says, "do you believe in the one true edge
by fastening your safteybelts and stepping towards the ledge?"

he is handling the money
he is serving the food
he is now accepting callers
he is calling me "dude"

do you believe in the one big sign?
the double wide shine on the bootheels of your prime?
there's not need to ask directions if you ever lose your mind
we're behind you, we're behind you
and let us please remind you
we can send a car to find you if you ever lose your way

we are building a religion
we are building it bigger
we are building a religion, a limited edition
we are now accepting callers for these beautiful pendant keychains

There's no single explanation
There's no central destination

But this long line of cars
Is trying to get through

And this long line of cars

Is all because of you

You don't wonder where we're going
Or remember where we've been

We've got to keep this traffic
Flowing and accept a little spin

So this long line of cars
will never have an end

And this long line of cars
Keeps coming around the bend

From the streets of Sacramento
To the freeways of L.A.

We've got to keep this fire burning
and accept a little gray

So this long line of cars

Is trying to break free

(drawn out words)
And this long line of cars
Is all because of me
This long line of cars
Long line of cars
Long line of cars
Long line of cars

i want to love you madly
i want to love you now
i want to love you madly (wait)
i want to love you, love you, love you madly

i don't want to fake it, i just want to make it
the ornaments look pretty but they're pulling down the branches of the tree
i don't want to think about it, i don't want to talk about it
when i kiss your lips i want to sink down to the bottom of the sea

i want to love you madly
i want to love you now (yeah)
i want to love you madly (wait)
i want to love you, love you, love you madly

i don't want to hold back, i don't want to slip down
i don't want to think back to the one thing that i know i should have done
i don't want to doubt you, know everything about you
i don't want to sit across the table from you wishing i could run

i want to love you madly
i want to love you now
i want to love you madly (oh wait)
i want to love you, love you, love you madly

Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd say just what you pleased
Without the sticky little kitten
You're ticket could never be free

Without your tight little denim
Your virtues would all go unknown
Without the room that you live in
Your cancer would eat through the bone

Your muscles would bulge underground
Your demons would all be around
Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd end up just like me

Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd end up just like me
Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd burn all these dying leaves

Without the pretty pink ribbon
You would lift this steaming herd
You would kill all the sick ones
You would bury them deep in the earth

Without the tight little denim
Your virtues would all go unknown
Without the room that you live in
Your cancer would eat through the bone

Your muscles would bulge underground
Your demons would all be around
Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd end up just like me

There's only room for you

In your world of two

I don't like to
Hang around you
I don't want to
Live in your world
Of two

There's only room for you

In your world of two

It's not that I don't like you
But it's not that I don't love you
It's not that I don't think you are
Two of the most
Perfectly
Beautiful
People in your world
In your world of two
There's only room for you
In your world of two
There's only room for you
In your world of two
In your world of two
There's only room
There's only room
There's only room
For you