Giant Swan's got 
ghosts in his wings,
his guts are stuffed with polaroids, 
and they're all 
humiliatin'.
And when the wine's [bad word] and the wild cabaret 
has sung it's last voice,
and you're sitting all alone in the 4AM darkness 
of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks 
on the stage 
with gold smoke.

Sing, 
your voice 
just wont stop blooming.
He wrote a play 
and you're the protagonist.
All the girls you wish you'd [bad word] 
make a 
guest appearance.
And oh, you just won't believe the ending.

So fly me home, Giant Swan!

The Giant Swan's got a pixelated 
beak.
His eyes are twin 
mushroom clouds, 
his feathers are 
unsuspecting cities, 
and his [bad word] are hollow apartments
with the finest quality furnishings,
and you can watch tv until you die there, 
skin draped over luxury chairs.

Sing, 
your voice just 
won't stop blooming.
Your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
Your heart's a diamond, what's the [bad word] price?
Your skin 
is cheap 
and your hair 
is shoddy.

So sit 
and watch the ballerinas kick and spin.
Then 
strip 
down to your vulgar skeleton.
You'd better 
take 
one more drink of Captain [bad word] 
Oh, it's gonna 
sting 
like a raw sunrise when the black swan's gone.

Back 
at the resort, 
the curtains closed, 
you haven't left the room for two solid
(weeks) With a pound 
of cocaine 
under the bed 
where the call girls perform their services.
And you left 
CNN on 
so you don't think about her newborn son,
who came to this world from the crotch you're renting out.

"Who's at the door? What the [bad word] !
Who's at the door? what the [bad word] !
Who's at the door? what the [bad word] #33;?"

Your heart is sweating and your hand's turnin' black,
your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
Is that a machete at your throat?
"Give me all your money! Give me all your dope!"
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life,
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
And the sun's like a painting of your whole life,
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.

Your family's
gurgling grief.
You think you're 
just asleep.
Is that the curtain closing?
Giant Swan, take me to the river.
Is that my flesh corroding?
Giant Swan, take me to the river.
All the things you 
wished you'd said 
are buried with your 
X'd out head.
All your ulterior motives...

Giant Swan, take me to the river.
Giant Swan, take me to the river.
Giant Swan, take me to the river...