Flaming Lips - The Ceiling Is Bendin' lyrics

Well, it's midnight in a liquor store In Texas on Halloween Salvador Dali watches From his window in a dream Jesus is a rock star who destroys all he sees Godzilla is a cowboy Who is dressed up as a queen She isn't as depressed as she used to be Come on over here, my dear Well, I hold my head real still So I can't see very far They got all these Vietnamese Heads stuffed into jars They got all these things That make them look like they're way in They use polythene plastics On their bods instead of skin If I had someone to talk to I wouldn't mind so much But it takes so long to get there Can't remember where I was And I wouldn't mind to talk to you Even if I could The ceiling is bendin' on my telephone Everything's gettin' weird And my skin falls from my bones