Take Another Shape

Of all the places I could be right now
You are the one I’d rather be
For all the faces I’ve seen someone
Try to attach themselves to me
Now I’m underneath, the girl with the teeth
Brushing hair that isn’t there
Pull back the sheets
And I declare
Don’t let me die
In a hell-scape
American hell-scape
Without the dolls I came in with
I’ll take another shape
Descend from a great ape
And bless the spades we’ve dug in with
Before anyone can make the first cut
Accept the terms and conditions
It’s such a shame that we can make things up
Because of silly, silly traditions
Now the lady learns
That it’s my turn
As I burn through her millions
Let me visit her mouth
Before it goes all south
Don’t let me die
In a hell-scape
American hell-scape
Without the dolls I came in with
I’ll take another shape
Descend from a great ape
And bless the spades we’ve dug in with
Prop me up on flimsy boards
Put me in the helicopter
I do not seek rewards
I merely seek the doctor
And let me move towards
The light I’m moving t’wards
And I shall rock her!
Don’t let me die
I do not seek rewards
The light I’m moving t’wards
It’s visible at night
When you see me on the television
Remember it was my decision
To cut the chord with this light
Take a plastic knife!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!