Rembrandt Pussyhorse / Cream Corn from the Socket of Davis
Compilation - 18 aprile 1986 - Debaser id 46949

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'am going to let in
And he eats in the alley and keeps track of my sins
When he starts talking backwards your head starts to spin
And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I' am going to let in
There's a hole in his brain where his mind should have to be
When he start rubbing wrinkles he gets pretty scared
Just like a nickelback,diamondback,Muscleback

Well there's a creep in the cellar with his hand in the air
And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care
When the fish are flying backwards we all just stare
Like the turkeys talking Backwards

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I' am going to let in

His life as strange as it seems
It lies on it's side and screams
And nothing is quite what it
Dreams when it walks
PLays when it talks!

Dah da do
da da de dum
da da de dum
da da de dum
da da de dum
doo aaaaaaaaahhhhhh

All I want was a dream
You are luckiy if you escape with a scream
Where nothing is quite what it
seems when she walks
plays when she talks
and the earth screams like madmen
--MORE-- they laugh when she talks
strange that you thought
that the earth fell like the pouring rain
when its hot like it or not
you'll dream again again again
aaaaaaahhhhhhhh

brains when she talks
a cane when she walks
and the earth screams like a madman
in love when she talks
I know I have thoughts
and they all fall to pieces
when I speak I get cold
and I'm getting old
and we all scream again! again! again!
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

like a tick farm, like a sea horse, like a graveyard like a moron, like
a girlfriend like a tissue like a cardboard like a brick wall like a dream,
waiting to be

like a ball park like a hiccup like a blood clot like a brain stroke like
a long drip like a ??? like a dream , that I can see

like a house wife like a rapist like a tea cup like a bed pan like a cold
sore like an old friend, nothing seems so removed
but love is hard when you're true
and twice is far from the
Eath when it walks
and I know I can talk
but the words hover like a thousand vericose flies that know me
and I know I can see
but my eyes fill with pride and stupidity
this I know and I'm getting old
so I scream again again again
aaaaaaaaa hhhhhhhhhhhhh

I'm gonna move down to Florida.
And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game.
I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida.
And I'm gonna dance one-legged off in the rain.
Well they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man.
And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew.
I say that when I go down to Florida way,
They're ain't no kind of sexual healing that I would not, should not, or could not do
say this right here.

Well I'm movin' down to Florida.
and you know that I'm gonna have to potty train the chairman Mao.
and I'm gonna make the governor write my doot-doo a letter, child.
And then I'm gonna grind me up a White Castle Slider out of India's sacred cow.
Well, I'm goin' down to Florida child,
And I'm gonna build me the atomic bomb.
I'm gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child.
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Stepchild.

By this time I guess you've figured out about Florida.
Turn the muddy water into Vaseline stain.
They be makin' tadpoles the size of Mercurys in Florida.
That be tellin' Julio Iglesias what to sing, now.
Now, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man,
Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too.
'cause all the sausages that dance like Ray Bolger on the hood of a car in a traffic jam
know just exactly what to do. Right here.

Well I been goin' to Florida.
Pole cats lie naked in the Seminole sin.
You know that when I'm in Florida
just like Vince, I wanna' win.
Well I went down to Florida.
I got hurt.
so I took the children down to Florida.
I stuck the dick down the drain.
I'm never going back to Florida
that's why I'm leavin today
Get that boy down to Florida.
teach me what to do.

And all the sailors who were junkies
All went sailing out to sea
And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the trees

And all the teachers who were flunkies


They all taught you and me
And the white men, I`ll be goddamned if they`re
still selling quaaludes to the monkeys
And they're all, you and me, dying high up in the trees