Sanity Fair

Snowflakes falling from the ground.
Baby can I have another dance,
another dance with you?
Cause I just don’t know what to do
when I see your eyes walking around,
so if you need me I’ll be here.
Lets sing a song.
Why won’t you walk away?
Why want you walk away from me!
Just take a look at us now. The sanitarium joy.
I got your lipstick on my white sleeve and they are talking to me.
I’m dancing on the carousel, babies pumping gasoline
waiting “Forties cookie queen jam”.
I’m on the carousel waving with a samurai sword in epileptic sodomy.
But when did this obscene insanity become such a sophisticated topic to discuss for us?
When all that I wanted from the dirty Cinderella to uncover my expenses for the purple bus.
Oh, we had a few drinks, we had a few laughs, we had a few kicks and then bang.
I’m a toy boy stereotype and a plastic celluloid Jesus for the dashboard
in your car, smoking tar, breaking bottles with my teeth.
Off white and capitol blue. Just tell me what to do!!
I’m dancing on the carousel, babies pumping gasoline,
waiting “forties cookie queen jam”
I’m on the carousel waving with a samurai sword in epileptic sodomy!
Hey little girl. I got your lipstick on my sleeve.
We got so lost on Christmas eve.
Now I’m stuck in bed with leprechauns and reindeers in my head.
You give me shivers down my spine when you tell me you are mine.
Now life is smiling back to me again.
I never promised to be good.
I never promised to be faithful.
Just smash your head against the wall
when you’re feeling disappointed.
I’m dancing on the carousel, babies pumping gasoline,
waiting “forties cookie queen jam”
I’m on the carousel waving with a samurai sword in epileptic sodomy!
I’m dancing on the carousel, dizzy, floating a million miles away.