Of Montreal

Those with the golden ax have tried to tell me
That the bird in my chest was dead but that's never, never, never.
She ain't my thug no more, ain't no kind of killer
And she can break them off if she damn well Please
just as long as she brings it home to me
and it's still hot.

Can you touch what I'm saying?
It's like ooh, ooh, ooh,
did Shuggie do it yet? no, wait.

Those with the golden ax have tried to tell me
That the sex in my walk was cotton soft but that's never, never, never.

With question marks in my eye and your strange name pressed to our lips
We arrived at number eleven so charged and ready for slavery
I wanna take the stage straight, understand,
Under capes with druggy cock dragons.
I wanna put out so bad but something bad says the kid's probably right

Are you deflating? (That's a question)
I don't know

Now that the parachute has opened well don't it make you feel good?

Be careful how you touch me
My body is an earthquake, ready to receive you
my mind's making gracious metals for my soldiers
Let's be like strangers touching for the first time.

Skeletal lamping, the controller sphere, false priest.