FRONTAL LOBOTOMY one, two, three, frontal labotomy four, five, six, incisions always fix seven, eight, nine, all of me is mine ten, eleven, thirteen, all you here are screams... I once wore a velvet suit to the beach and handed out roses to every girl in reach I remember between the leers a green polka-dotted suit I tried to be sincere when I told her she was cute the men in jackets came dark blue and stark white but my grey suited man everything would be alright Under bright lights my scalp was peeled beneath white bandages it healed CHORUS Frontal lobotomy Frontal lobotomy Frontal lobotomy That's how its got to be I sit in my armchair candles absorb my stare by dripping wax I count the minutes that pass by without my care A girl clutching her barbies comes up from the avenue we conversed about llamas and started sniffing glue I showed her the lovely tiles in the Kenmore© kitchenette my collection of Ginsu© knives and my shrine to Boba-Fett I opened the untility drawer with all of its devices of horror the turkey baster wryly smiled clutched in the hands of that child She severed my skin & thoughts for a while but she pulled it right out of me Frontal lobotomy blood dried on my temple she left the door ajar green polka-dot reflection appearing from afar CHORUS When Yoda mentioned how it feels to have ears made out of banana peels I sympathize I know how hard he tries when it comes to wizened midgets I still love sodomy Frontal lobotomy The faces on those bodies disguised the intentious of infanticide iodine drips into my eyes in preparation for another... CHORUS CHORUS fade out...