Leveling, graveling, gravelly groans Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes This home is afloat on a yellow black moat Of bile, hate and guile and vile pains in my throat
Let's drown in the basement, it's filled to the brim. Let's jack up the prices while the pickings are slim
Do you like, do you like, do you like Do you like my party tricks?
You all washed through me like debris in a stream You cut me to ribbons and left me to bleed Melting alone, showing off white bone You can ring that bell or you can huck in that stone
On the phone is the voice I've been dying to hear There's nothing for you, better luck next year When everything suddenly was utterly clear To shut off these shut outs I'll cut off this ear
Can you hear, can you hear Can you hear this night, it's starry, starry Can you see, can you see Can you see me mouth out "sorry, Charlie."
There's no good taste in this art space Straight porno and snuff films, I should be disgraced Well, I'm titillated, it's tantalizing And as I move it to the movement I'm self-aggrandizing
I'm filling with air, I'll float it up there A chairman sitting easy on a big easy chair
Do you like, do you like, do you like Do you like my party tricks?
Do you like my party tricks? I trick out clicking sticks Do you like my party tricks? I trick out clicking sticks to get my kicks