Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Bungle - Travolta (Quote Unquote)
All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable
Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can`t recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness melts into dream
To talk is an enunciated sneeze To taste is some foul air to breathe
One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he`ll most likely live forever! He`s a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite And he fucks himself as he fucks the world
His twitching brain can dance within Gyrating more like gelatin A secret means of ecstasy Acute and very olfactory
To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is stinking highs and lows
He`s got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away
With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt Cuz he`s Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta
Smell, Sweat, Movement. Everyone`s dancing. Disco. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance. Faint. Everyone`s dancing without him. Where did it go? Dark. Odorless. Nothing.
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