Music That Tears Itself Apart

I want music that tears itself apart and takes the lot of you with it

I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart

So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues

We're making music that tears itself apart

I want sobs that shake my spine like an earthquake

I want to laugh like cities crashing down

While a thousand slender dames keep chanting out my name

So loud the gods will never forget my sound

I'll practice breathing fire in missile silos

All the ambassadors admire me for my tact

See, I've sailed the seven seas and every port's made of ricotta cheese

And it's time we start acknowledging the fact

I want music that tears itself apart

Yeah, I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart

So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues

We're making music that tears itself apart

I'll roll the earth into a fag and smoke it

Just after I've made love to the sky

Have a little chat with time before I choke it

And teach all the earthworms how to fly

I've got an army of lunatics armed with CB radios patrolling the subways

And a warehouse full of underpaid workers transcribing everything they say

So if you're lucky and I feel the itch, maybe I'll go through those manuscripts

And publish the Great American Novel someday

I want music that tears itself apart and takes the lot of you with it

Yeah, I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet in the heart

So come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues

We're making music that tears itself apart

That's right, come on, old and young, sing while your teeth grind through your tongues

We're making music that tears itself apart