I Am the Secretary Songtext
von Beep Beep

I′m the static casuella swabbed in litigation
I am the secretariat of their case files
Derrida hates a riling spark plug
I fill their shoes with the length of the right hand
The political plane, the parasitic affluence
The habit of the throttle, the eyes of the squatter
The reason, the cause
I burn the bridges, I burn them on a launch pad
I fickle schedules and dabble in the art of my beast

I am the slow trickle filter on the tap of
Rushing rushing divorce force
I dine on the marriage corpse


I'm the dissectioner, a case of auburn blood
Patients ran out from the patients′ comfort sweetheaps
I creep beneath the linneaus of teardrops
I'm the ragged-eyed griddle
I burn the rising, wave in a rowboat
The ear whistles screeching chorus of hawks
Their eyelashes red and busted
From the range of a yard
Two suppositors find a limb
Their elastic bras bulge in a twelve-eyed crib
As the cinch made a figure shift
For an album from the luxury loops

I stare at the skip's bell, the delusion speckled
The strangled wheel
I turn it to a clock, I turn it to a clock
Yeah, I turn it to a clock
Pump, pumping brakes in a repetitive rut

I am the fulcrum where client and counsel meet
I shift my version to your annihilation
I feed thee with the loyalties′ shapes
From the tin scales of the sausage-tarted host
Then I burn them all at the post

Oh no
Kiss the tarts I′ve torn