If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
I know [x4]
And she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
I know [x4]
Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest?
If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey Peaco*k?
What's that?
I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest?
If your friends are all crippled, all withered, all wilt,
I know [x4]
and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
I know [x4]
Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest?
If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull
and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?
Hey Peaco*k?
What's that?
I just want to know what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it flies or cries or straw?
Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest?
Which peaco*k's police? Which peaco*k is thief?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like d**h knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peaco*k on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you k** when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud.
If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
I know [x4]
Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
I know [x4]
which peaco*k is beast? which peaco*k is priest?
If you strike for better wages at the cola factory
and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?
Hey Peaco*k?
What's that?
I just want to know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peaco*k is beast? Which peaco*k is priest?
If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like d**h knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peaco*k on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.
Things are never what they seem, the peaco*ks static melodies.
So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you k** when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peaco*k proud.