Oh, Team Machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, Team Machine!
Every single piano i've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted Casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again
scratching at the window like a bright colored beast
howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.

and if your night unplugs its life.
Digital sunrise. Digital sunset.
Digital sunrise.

Oh, Team Machine!
The world's got no end and got no beginning.
Now I'm coughing up maracas and tambourines, looking over cliffs of eternity.
shake your hands like they're full of disaster.
shake your wings like they're painted with tar.
shake your skin like it's sewn with insects.
gnash your teeth like an exploding car.

and if your night unplugs its life
blame it on the laser rain.x2

and if your life unplugs its eyes
blame it on the laser rain.x2

because you can't blame the sun, it's been bought and sold to a day that's never dawning.
and you can't blame the sky, it collapsed twleve times;
now it's buried in a digital coffin.
So you climb out to your windowsill
as the drum machines laugh to themselves.

and if your night unplugs its life
blame it on the laser rain.x2

and if your life unplugs its eyes
blame it on the laser rain.x2

I've spent
twenty-two years in this zoo of broken faces.
Parents, and school children watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.

There's a girl in a cage,
making love to a switchblade.
There's a man behind bars,
milking abandoned cars.
There's a priest in shackles,
building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines.
That spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.

(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
(come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
(come on, come on, come on!)
the five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.

I stole the rice from the beggar's death bowl
in this zoo of broken faces.
I told a widow that she was beautiful,
when half of her smile was missing.
And I've done all my addition;
gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
And I've done my division;
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

I wanna see more dirty places
(Around, around, around, around, around)
Take me to the hall of filthy faces
(Around, around, around, around, around)

There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts.
There's a housewife in a cage, that vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes.
And the teeth-heads with no eyes
on the carousel rides that spin
round and round and round and round and round.

and, I've payed my admission.
and, I've paid my submission.
and, I've seen the petition.
and, I've done my addition.
and, I've done my division.
yeah, I've done my division.
I've done my division;
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
I know <i>[x4]
and she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
I know <i>[x4]

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I know <i>[x4]
and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
I know <i>[x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull
and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it flies or cries or straw?
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
Which peacock's police? Which peacock is thief?

If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.

So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.

If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
I know <i>[x4]
Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
I know <i>[x4]
which peacock is beast? which peacock is priest?

If you strike for better wages at the cola factory
and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?
Hey Peacock?
What's that?
I just wanna know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.

Things are never what they seem, the peacock's static melodies.
The peacock spreads its crooked feathers. <i>[x4]

So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.