Here I am, Composing of burlesque, Out of where they rest their heads, Sulking in their splintered cradles, And ramshakled hands, They asked for it, As a boy, I eat my wishes on golden tooth picks and digested then with wolf intestines,
I fell from the heavens, As a fetish blessed with, An operatic skeleton, And as the stars watch me descend, I crack a family tree and, Chopped off all of the branches,
I fell from the heavens, As a fetish blessed with, An operatic skeleton, And as the stars watch me descend, I crack a family tree and, Chopped off all of the branches