Time - Images of Two Dead Spaniards lyrics

What if everything you said was a painting Would it be impolite for me to vomit a piano from my balcony And all I can say is do policemen know how to sing? Two dead donkies on two pianos Three painbrushes burn like candles Electric blue snow pink pink lights Benzedrine kicks and Kerouac nights Snowy mountains, lavender bruised, purple clouds Whatchu gonna do when you're egos not around Vacuum cleaner hickies on a saturday morning Painting's boring Theres a dead dog in the back of a pick up truck Ill put a penny in your rocking horse Norman rockwell's painting himself And all I can say is I'm the star of the show I'm the star of the show x 2 90's thrift store jackets, purple, pink and green I see women jogging running from their calories Pablo neruda's eating rice with buddha With moth eaten clothes and a handshake for Judas I see jesus in a mushroom cloud no eyes in his sockets I see 8 year olds, with only statistics in their pockets And all I can say is these things make me happy And all I can say is these things make me smile Toulousse lautrec in the moulin rouge Acrylic paint for eye shadow on french prostitutes Two fat priests driving a carriage drawn by christ I guess its hard to tell the poets from the spies Dead flies in a window sill live cats in the doorway We look at the d**h count but how much did the war save? Threw a giraffe and an archbishop out the window One of em fell diagonal but I guess thats the wind blows Stones fall from the sky like sonnets or rice cakes Salvador cries as he paints the spikes through christs legs Styrofoam falls like snow as god stacks it on fence posts Put your neck hairs in the air if can sense the ghosts My body weighs more then a couple blue whales Blow out your candles and watch all the boats sail Cloud thru the moon, razor blade through the eye And all I can say is I'm not afraid to die Yellow elephants, purple umbrellas And hippopotamuses that smell like cinderella I want plumbers not bayonets as the blades penetrate And I promise red flowers on the days you menstruate All of the Cosmo girls they like to sip on martinis After 8 and a half shots they say I look like fellini She said st. anthony's dead and only the demons are mourning And all I can say is I love her cuz shes not boring Oh gala dali, won't your lover paint my body With drawers and a fish where my penis is There's no such thing as a lazy genius And all I can say is that an apartment or mae west I love women more then Matisse's paintbrush With wax in my moustache watch em faint from the lust I want my fingers to be transformed into carnations Put your telescope on the moon, the stars are patient I saw a skull sodomizing a grand piano Asking whats the difference between a human and a candle I got bread for a heart, break it feed her my love And all I can say is honey's sweeter then blood A piece of snow fell from a building it looked like africa What if we're all vampires and god's just dracula What if spots on giraffes were really black holes And what if robots could laugh and really had souls Van gogh was a drunk pica**o painted like a 4 year old Sterilize sterilize sculpture me paralyzed She's choking myself with a tuba and a suitcase Asking a Jesuit if that's a halo or a tupay Telephone in a dish with three grilled sardines I guess I'm just another soldier k**ed to guard the king Burn me to dust with virgin mary as my witness And all I can say is those clocks are like liquid This is the grand paranoia, the horizon's forgotten This is the visage of war, where bullets fly like cotton There's a face and a fruit dish stranded on a beach Let's play a solo on the the piano with faces on the keys Rousseau's in the jungle with a lion and a gypsy Theres two pieces of bread but jesus' blood's got me tipsy He's got sticks holding him up his smile's crooked but polite And all I can say is this is what your hero looks like Shes floating away like a Chagall character He's loading up the derringer, he's got some metal bullets to share with her There's a swan with it's chest blown out middle of the desert Next to a skeleton boat with no captain and no treasure There's a man breaking out of the earth like a blanket Picture it, paint it, curse it, then frame it Theres a tiger jumping out of a coy onto a naked women's thigh And all I can say is there's a rose in the sky I want anti-gravitation and sub zero hibernation I want magic and Vermeer and Velasquez's paintings This is the unspeakable betrayal, realities a cuckold I'm in a taxi cab with topless women hitting potholes Gimme my armor I'm the golden rhinosaurous Even though I'm on fire and my skins burning like phosphorus And all I can say is I said everything I meant And all I can say is this song doesnt make sense