Текст песни Mr. Bungle - Travolta (Quote Unquote)
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All behold the spectacleA fleshy limbless rectangleSitting on a pedestalSo nasal handicapableSniff and remember silver ballContortions that he can`t recallThe torso on a trampolineThe happiness melts into dreamTo talk is an enunciated sneezeTo taste is some foul air to breatheOne thought it lasts a day and at that rate he`ll most likely live forever!He`s a bird in flight, a hermaphroditeAnd he fucks himself as he fucks the worldHis twitching brain can dance withinGyrating more like gelatinA secret means of ecstasyAcute and very olfactoryTo see is colors crawling in the noseTo hear is stinking highs and lowsHe`s got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it awayWith his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his buttCuz he`s Hitler & Swayze & Trump & TravoltaSmell, Sweat, Movement.Everyone`s dancing.Disco.Dimple.Fading. Darker.A subtle fragrance.Faint.Everyone`s dancing without him.Where did it go?Dark.Odorless.Nothing.