歌曲: Quote Unquote
艺人:Mr.Bungle
作词:Mister Bungle
歌词:
All behold the spectacle
A fleshy limbless rectangle
Sitting on a pedestal
So nasal handicapable
Sniff and remember silver ball
Contortions that he can't recall
The torso on a trampoline
The happiness melts into dream
To talk is an enunciated sneeze
To taste is some foul air to breathe
(...is the word, is the word that you heard...)
One thought, it lasts a day
And at that rate, he'll most likely live forever
He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
And he fucks himself as he fucks the world
His twitching brain can dance within
Gyrating more like gelatin
A secret means of ecstasy
Acute and very olfactory
To see is colors crawling in the nose
To hear is stinking highs and lows
He's got an itch, but nothing with which
To scratch the itch, so wish it away
With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
'Cause he's Hitler and Swayze
And Trump and Travolta
Smell. Sweat. Movement.
Everyone's dancing.
Disco.
Dimple.
Fading. Darker.
A subtle fragrance.
Faint.
Everyone's dancing without him.
Where did it go?
Dark.
Odorless.
Nothing.
