I’m sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
Allowing his hands somewhere they shouldn’t be
My disgraceful quest for immortality
An adventure in the airship inflated by my ego
Behind the bookcase start to study
I’m stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory
The subtext is dire and the *** is not on fire
But if beauty is truth that makes you a l-l-l-liar
The lions are out on prowl
So lie and I will believe you for now
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Crossdressing cage fighters juggle the bones
Skeletons dancing up on xylophones
The blossom falls from the trees
We will feast upon the fat juniper berries
The writing's on the wall and it says red rum
On this side of the mirror so go fetch me some
They need a volunteer, total submission
the Edwardian music hall musician
Is listening in, he'll cut you with his car keys
and I’m still sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
My disgraceful quest for immortality
My disgraceful quest for immortality
The lions are out on prowl
So lie and will believe you for now
And I was raised by wild wolves
In the brutal wilderness
And I take you for a fool
If you help me out of this m-m-m-m-mess