Faust Arp

In pretty patterns
But no, no, no
Dead from the neck up
But no, no, no, for no real reason
And take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel now
And duplicate and triplicate
I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck
We thought you had it in you
I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck
A last stop, there's no real reason

What you ought to, what you ought to
We thought you had it in you
Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
Exactly where do you get off

An elephant that's in the room

Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
Dead from the neck up
I love you but enough is enough, enough
Reasonable and sensible
It's on again, off again, on again
Is enough, is enough
It's what you feel now
You got a head full of feathers
Watch me fall like dominos

What you ought to, what you ought to
In duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags