The Salesman, Denver Max

Yeah, through the screen door, your thoughts are quarantined,
Yeah, and by the way you smell, I can tell that you're fifteen.
Yeah, my name is Denver Max and I eat heart attacks.
Yeah, from your mouth to your hands to the floor, you're bubbling syntax.

'Cause what crickets see is between you and me.
Yeah, scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink.

Don't you try to call the cops, little girl, cops little girl,
Before you pick up the phone, you'll be dead.
Don't you try to call the cops, little girl, cops little girl,
Your tongue is withered and it's heavier than lead.
Won't you just step into the car little girl, car, little girl?
Your parents don't understand what's in your head.
We're really onto something special, little girl, special little girl,
You're blushing red, your head can't hide those thoughts of dread.

Yeah, through the screen door, a-kiss me like a queen.
Yeah, it tastes like metal in my mouth, a-rusty Listerine.
Yeah, my name is Denver Max, a-please excuse the mask,
Yeah, running down my face, a-bound by tacks and paste.

'Cause what crickets see is between you and me.
Yeah, what scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink, turn your eyeballs pink.
And with a face like that, you'll never ever gonna make it big.
You'll never find a boyfriend unless you get it adjusted.

Yeah, 'cause the only thing you own is everything you lack.

Don't you try to call the cops, little girl, cops little girl,
Before you pick up the phone, you'll be dead.
Don't you try to call the cops, little girl, cops little girl,
Your tongue is withered and it's heavier than lead.
Won't you just step into the car, little girl, car little girl,
Your parents don't understand what's in your head.
We're really onto something special, little girl, special little girl,
You're blushing red, your head can't hide those thoughts of dread,
Can't hide those thoughts of dread.

By the time we hit Tuscon,
Your parents, little girl, parents, little girl
Be wondering where their pretty little blonde has gone.
By the time we hit Mexico,
You'll know little girl, know, little girl
That Denver Max will always be the only one.
By the time we hit the ocean,
We'll jump little girl, jump, little girl
Down to find the undersea sun.

Yeah, before you pick up the phone, you'll be dead.
Yeah, before you pick up the phone, you'll be dead.
Oh, you'll be dead.

Won't you just step into the car, little girl, car little girl,
Your parents don't understand what's in your head.
We're really onto something special, little girl, special little girl,
You're blushing red, your head can't hide those thoughts of dread,
Can't hide those thoughts of dread.