Ultimatum Songtext
von Owen Pallett

He′s gonna win the race
With his six-string bass
You're gonna give him a chase man
You left the devil breathless

You want him till I tap your tits
He′s gonna caution your clits
He talked your whole cherry tree
Into growing its fruit with no pits

He's the egg that drops in your soup
He is the hand that holds the tottering scoop
His bicycle-braided beard (?)
God-d-d-damn, you prostate in fear

He's gonna win the race
With his six-string bass
He′s gonna summon the hounds now
Here they come now, without a sound now


The saxophone swallowed its reed
As the drummer ran out in the lead
The piano fell on its back
As the singer fell down through the cracks
See the guitar′s locked in its case
As the (?) licked the face of his bass

He's the afterlife, the dark
Knocks the rainbow right out of the park

Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum
Ultimatum, ultimatum