Mr. Electric Ocean

Mr. Electric, we are dying to dine in your house of mirrors…
Mr. Electric, open your beak we want in
The city under your skin’s dull glistening
When your skyscraper’s husk peel off like coconut crust
(We drink deep from the barbiturate brew)
When your rape trumpet’s tune softens like the womb
(We drink deep from the barbiturate brew)
When your smiles broken shards
Scrape the film from our hearts…
You stuffed our mouths with blasphemy!
You wrapped our bones in circuitry!
Wandering your streets like damp newspaper
Tumbling, turning in the wind
And the concrete in your sky parts like pink lid eye
Watch the fun squeal through it’s death leather veil
We are dying to dine
When your garden of mirror vomits from the ground
To see our wombs impregnated with gunpowder and lead
Shot from your Siamese Love
We know you’re watching, ee know you’re watching
We know you’re watching, Mr. Electric Ocean