Guided By Voices - Males Of Wormwood Mars lyrics

mental life in the public health department you're with it I need to be outta sight they wrote as if nature itself had commanded get with it or we have your number the ultimate surface map bearing familiar objects country space menage we have your rope - enough of it throw down your magic and give up, you're under arrest make ahead go back and do no longer hack on the loser's grip is filled with modern poets you're in it the best seat in the river in the black puddle of stars in the torso of a shake from romantic Earthforms the visitor reveals his knowledge to us now his many contacts a drop of secret blood of anything to be part we shall strive skinned alive...