Parata : Heads Heads Heads

some people might saythere's no way to fit,a hungry pianowhere your house guests sit.which love is better, andwhich love is wetter, and which is the truest of every love letter?which lover has cancer, and which one can answer,the question that skull fucksthe heart, in my head, there'san engine that burns girlslike gasoline, and helpswash my hands of them,without fair warning,lift up your headget out, escape with your arms full of tapes and home videos, childhood memories,re-run reality shows, just begone when the rooster crows,this is what my body tells me im begging for.cadaver or lover, return from the grave,for the taste of my lips it so desperately craves,which dead lover performs the piece i most adore?until death do us part, shed these briars and thorns, cast away the cold flower bed,the crepe murdel where she bled,i laid her back down when she triedthis before, on the day of her funeral,after the pony show, i found her body dead,propped up against the piano concealedby the livingroom drapes,once you're in, ain't no sin, its consentual rape.so give, give me your head,theres a million just like it,and even more dead.and they dont live much for anything, i'd say, they're just alone because i know,ghosts in the evening,lament for purpose lost fleeting...but i'm the one who loved youdollface, i deserve your brains.and im the one who loved youdollface, let me eat your brains,and im the one who loved you dollface, i deserve your brains,and im the one who loved you dollface,let me eat your brains...and theres one in every house,and it's just begging to be played.but you've got to practice at italmost each and every day.

Full title is: Heads Heads Heads