I'm sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
Allowing his hands somewhere they shouldn't be
My disgraceful quest for immortality
An adventure in an airship
Inflated by my e..
Go behind the bookcase of the study
I'm stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory
And the subtext is dire
The  is not on fire
If beauty is [bad word]  that makes you a liar

The lions are out on the prowl
So lie and I will believe you for now

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Cross-dressing cage fighters juggle the bones
Skeletons dancing upon xylophones
As blossom falls from the trees
We'll feast upon the plump juniper berries
The writings on the wall
And it says [bad word] 
On this side of the mirror
So go fetch me some
I need a volunteer, total submission,
The Edwardian music-hall magician
Is listening in, he'll cut you with his car keys
And I'm sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
My disgraceful quest for immortality
My disgraceful quest for immortality

The lions are out on the prowl
So lie and I will believe you for now

I was raised by wild wolves
In the [bad word] wilderness
And I'll take you for a fool
If you help me out of this mess

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