Letra de F.K.O

You have the face of man
Spread thin over three half finished records
It's likely the hand doctors will knock &or ring
With the child's map of your muscles and mountain top voice all agree you need help bad too
To the tune of a twice as much popular music
The daughters of and desperate drug strung rock czars
Can it be a sloppy candy for emotional wantsome of any-anyland land USA
Another big easy for its dynamite audience
All half deciding
Who is more popular
The good great grandchild of Napolean
Or Carol Burnet's spotlight mop up man
They vote by pushing colored pins into empty check box marked flaps of flesh located on the backs of their minature dogs' necks
Upon doing so
While outside
The pin poked per neck votes are then tallied
Beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car
By alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen
Who say...
They say the sun is flipped by hat tipped private dicks
Who lean like prey-eyed eagles upon classic looking lampposts lined with the many levers that start
Stop all of the starts. The rich folk want [Fuck, Kelly Osbourne]
And they turn pay the gumshoe's matress well
To sing the US sparkles like George Washington at twenty one sucking solid gold from the solid ground using his hollowed topless chopped cherry tree straw
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides then they shoot a spectacular until the cameraman's eyesight starts hurting of coarse and if they say so, this song isn't happening
And
They will have their poems sung to them
Or they will have nothing at all...
See, are you at the piece of man’s (??)
Three half finished records
He ?? The air doctors will like medeling
With their child’s (??) musclularity
You need help bad, when you have the face of a man’s myth...
And the weathy west cannot be won