Texts to Four Last Songs (1998) by Eric Lyon

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Body Child (Lyrics by Shane Christian Cooper)

Who the pelvis child?
Is that the child that cries around the foot of the baby-alive hierarchy?
Is that the child that say "9" is the flavor of pills?
Is that the child that smells like shampoo when he gets sick?
Takin' it to the LIMIT with this child!

Who the body child?
Is that the child with the Pontiac potty perfume?
Is that the child crying in the night from the liquid metal Melvin?
Is that the child all porno'd out by the VCR?
Now that one SNAZZY child!
        
Who the baby child?
Is that the child wrapped in shammies and placed in the Previa? 
Is that the child-manager of wicked diaper spankins?
Is that the child-man O'Hanlin bang the manager man O'Hanlin?
We got nuff SAID for this child!

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A Blood-Spattered White Robe (Lyrics by Shane Christian Cooper / Percy Bysse Shelley)

A journal, a movement, a cry in the morning. Pass out of this mess, or
to get us out of sequence

In your past life, you were just as despicable
In your past life, you were just as dull
This is a tragedy
This is all

A message, a long time, a scorpion paper weight
Abandon utopias and imitate sanity

Poison, a snake in flowers, beneath the veil
Of food and mirth, hiding his mortal head
And, without whom all these might nought avail
Fear, Hatred, Faith and Tyranny, who spread
Those subtle nets which snare the living and the dead

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Pepper Mouth  (Lyrics by Joseph X Tucker)
 
Mary wants a            Mary's Wand uh          Mary Juan god     Mary wants God
Eyes on the moon        wrenches in my back     know I'm happy          means I'm chemical
 
Pop a cycle             pop si cle              poppa sickle           pop a wheelie
Eyes on the moon        sadness in my mouth     know I'm happy          skin my body

They stare at the stomach of the one who will "receive"
Medium rare giraffe liver 
Don't forget the butterfly vomit liquor

Pop a cycle             pop si cle              poppa sickle           pop a whee lee
Pepper on my tongue	 wrenches in my back     flowers all around means    I'm chemical
 
Pop a cycle             pop si cle              poppa sickle           pop a wheelie
Pepper on my tongue	 sadness in my mouth     flowers all around    skin my body

Mary wants a            Mary's Wand uh          Mary Juan god           Mary wants God
Pepper on my tongue	 sadness in my mouth     flowers all around     skin my body

Brilliant orange rays fire from his head

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Torso  (Lyrics by Erik Belgum / Eric Lyon)

I stubbed my toe on a torso
Woe woe woe

I stubbed my toe on a torso
it hurt pretty bad
it hurt pretty god damn bad
In fact, I got a sore toe
Torso

He was sleeping on the beach like a hobo
That's how I stubbed his torso
It was in my way and it had to pay
Autopsy Turvy Torso
My dead old Torso
Torso

I built my house on a torso
and it smelled pretty bad
it smelled pretty god damn bad
I need a fresh new torso
Torso