Filthy Apes and Lions Songtext
von Mark Stoermer
Filthy Apes and Lions Songtext
Filthy apes and lions spilling cake and liquid icing
Crucifying all the eyelids
Illuminate the iris and tune out all the dying
With sounds of Franz Joseph Haydn
The owls intimidate me, they′re taking all the best meat
And tearing down the drapery
Apples are foretelling of a supernova shelling
Leaving afterbirth of hell things
Have you ever thunk take a look at the monk holding boxes of junk?
Lying behind the big screen
You've been in a funk since you stepped on the gunk
You looked like a punk when you tried to debunk
As the animals tore out your spleen
Angry spitting llamas wearing reticent pajamas
Play fluorescent melodramas
Rabid dapple otters dealing, death on rainbow waters
At the shores of plastic martyrs
Flying turtle sirens spy on all the perfect islands
Spraying out the purple skyrings
Filthy apes and lions spilling cake and liquid icing
You′re awake, but don't be frightened
Have you ever thunk take a look at the monk holding boxes of junk?
Lying behind the big screen
You've been in a funk since you stepped on the gunk
You looked like a punk when you tried to debunk
As the animals tore out your spleen
Crucifying all the eyelids
Illuminate the iris and tune out all the dying
With sounds of Franz Joseph Haydn
The owls intimidate me, they′re taking all the best meat
And tearing down the drapery
Apples are foretelling of a supernova shelling
Leaving afterbirth of hell things
Have you ever thunk take a look at the monk holding boxes of junk?
Lying behind the big screen
You've been in a funk since you stepped on the gunk
You looked like a punk when you tried to debunk
As the animals tore out your spleen
Angry spitting llamas wearing reticent pajamas
Play fluorescent melodramas
Rabid dapple otters dealing, death on rainbow waters
At the shores of plastic martyrs
Flying turtle sirens spy on all the perfect islands
Spraying out the purple skyrings
Filthy apes and lions spilling cake and liquid icing
You′re awake, but don't be frightened
Have you ever thunk take a look at the monk holding boxes of junk?
Lying behind the big screen
You've been in a funk since you stepped on the gunk
You looked like a punk when you tried to debunk
As the animals tore out your spleen
Writer(s): Mark August Stoermer, David John Hopkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com