Fog - Inflatable Ape, Part 3 lyrics

Once upon a moderate Father's day They shoved a microphone inside me And they said dream And they said make Boy was my face red when it went fake I am covered in glistening chicken fat On my mother's bedspread Dreaming drawbridge openings Trying in vain to explain All this regret to myself Would that I could gently hover Above it all like banana leaves The birds shall give their shrill salute As you scatter my remains You are walking in India You are walking and I am In the next life reincarnated as an inflatable ape on the roof of a car dealership Sent a poem through a drive through bank teller tube Written in some ancient alphabet It said: just because you're thinking about k**ing yourself Doesn't mean you're really thinking about k**ing yourself The teller sent back my receipt And then I heard you shouting out to me From deep inside of a museum In the middle of an earthquake Artefacts break all around you Would that I could go in the garage and shut the door Would that you would not have to worry any more Over your head the planes descend You set a stone upon my grave You are walking in India You are walking and I am In the next life reincarnated as an inflatable ape on the roof of a car dealership