Golden Birds - Portrait of the Pedophile as a Young Man lyrics

Don't doubt it Christ was a hottie Wanted to take all of us home with him My uncle went to Nepal He was a sculptor With time on his hands all elegant and slim He was a looker and you knew he knew it Always selecting with care He came back with a flower She moved without making a sound that wasn't delicate & rare My buddy's at it again Another woman With time on her hands With Saturday plans and a week's lifespan I don't understand How he can stare straight ahead When I know he knows who's winning Just as well as I Well I'll be my own man I will look up at night I will still see the sky Brothers we're frozen in place Third millennium icemen yeah Subject to the whims of a glacier Where every word you want to say Is fighting centuries of pressure for air We walk through town Clutching our backs Hunching beneath stacks and stacks of bioma** And you can turn the TV off And it'll waft under the door No Virginia it isn't the machines you should be looking for And if you are what you eat It's only because you eat what you are It's all mirrors on the wall No wishes on a star And if you are what you eat It's only because you eat what you are Or what you think you are (So think small) No I'm not ashamed