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letra de lillie - the residents

[tex]
i saw a woman chewing with nothing in her mouth
her t–th were in her hands, and her tongue was hanging out

the she started drooling and caught it in a cup
the cup was full of pennies, and spilled when she got up

[jelly jack]
some guy in the shadows was grabbing empty air
he could be catching b-tterflies if there were any there

[chorus]
all the freaks are not inside the tents
some pay to come and be in the audience

[wanda]
i saw a great big guy who had a little gun
he pulled it out and smiled, and then he sucked his thumb

his wife was standing by, with a leather leash
fastened to a child who cried beside their feet

[benny]
the scary one is back with clothes so white and clean
and her face that’s coated with a quarter inch of cream
cold cream

[chorus and (herman)]
she’s the one who freaks the freaks out
lillie little lillie, lillie little lillie, lillie chilling lillie
lillie with her white face
delicate lillie is stainlessly lonely and
she is too white
(like a face in a flashlight with t–th that might bite)
she is too white
(like dice rolling snake-eyes in headlights at night)
she is too white
(like a corpse in the sunshine or eyes in a fight)

[lillie]
there’s a spot, a spot on my glove on my glove i know, no no maybe it was… make em runny, make em runny, honey
doilies, doilies…
where have all the doilies gone…
roses will whither and die
along with the lace and the lies
nothing is nicer than death
at matching the bad and the best
heh heh… he hated me he hated me and hate is white and hate is hot, but i’ll not even have disdain for him, not even a stain on a memory. looked up to, lacking all respect for him i’m blacking out the specks of decent thoughts that linger in me and leave only white, white, peaceful white calm, white swans silently flying in the snow look down and see the bleached bones of a n0ble knight who died trying to save his lady, his lovely white lady, who brought her man milk in the moonlight, but it was too late, too late, too late, he said
scratch out all the pin holes
open up the sores
don’t look out the window
white hatred’s at the door
and he tried to make me dirty
make me dirty, make me dirty

[chorus]
touch her someone
touch her someone
reach out to her
touch her soiled soul

- the residents

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