Cannonball Statman - Terrestrial Boyfriends lyrics

The vagabond magician said "It's as hot as a blow job from the mouth of mania" Gotta be careful with him, man He's a lucid cannon And he hasn't slept all year It's all those car horns Screaming "Let me live inside the inimitable warmth of your eyes Tes yeux me fascine But I'm stuck in the air Falling into a fire truck I'm gonna take you into the ground And I'm gonna hurt you I'm your favorite midtown hustler Pulling old tricks outta new sleeves" All your terrestrial boyfriends Walked out of your closet Everybody wants to get in your song And they're surprised that you stopped singing They know you wanted to damage our ears It's too much fun To live in New York City and play with guns all day Ses yeux te fascine But you're stuck in the air Ninety dogs in the night skinned a cat and cooked it alive You could see the lips The remnants of a face Shuttered eyelids on this thing And an overwhelming feeling of joy and wonder Insane eternal sitcom sketch of love and d**h Dancing in the shadow of an Egyptian rosewood tree