Moths

Lyrics

Spiral down the path Of least resistance Down a chute to a bed of nails That becomes a trampoline Bouncing lost souls From extreme to extreme Emperor Ludwig is with us So is Doctor T Technicolor stairs and spires Fantasia trips and wires 5,000 happy fingers Ready to play our song I don't think I should Go, you can make it Oya! Vortex recedes All I hear and see Echoes of my face and fears In a chamber of one-way mirrors Voices from the drain Whisper like machines Now that you're in our dimension You'll never ever leave Ah, treasure gleams To leash and harvest thee Down, down, to Bermuda Triangle Sink, sink, 10,000 feet below Time to finally meet the zookeepers We let swallow us whole Moths Light any flame They fly right in Deep in Chinatown In New York City Drop a coin into a cage Chickens dance on a hot plate Hot foot round and round 'Til the wheel runs down That's you as we view Through our ceiling of glass Kneel Al Jolson style Please, please Can I have a raise? Crawl, crawl, through the steaming jungle Please, please, more purple Kool-Aid Tabloid beauty corpses point the way We're not in Kansas any more No, little buddy, I wasn't wrong You were wrong Ha!