Pierrot Lunaire

VERSE The string to his head, the boss makes it nod The string to his mouth, his mum pulls for food The string to his soul, it leads up to god But who controls the string to his cock? In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair If he would ever notice if he would even care N.C. I'm just so bored... VERSE Football on Sunday drinks after work Tuesday a DJ Friday a jerk And what really matters and who really cares My lover's a puppet Pierrot Lunaire In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair If he would ever notice if he could even care I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire VERSE Others have boyfriends, boyfriends who care All flesh and blood, not string and air They lay them on beds, they whisper je t'aime They take off their clothes and make love to them One day I'll cut my arms off and send them to him I'll sever my legs, suspend them from strings I'll be Pulcinella, we'll hang out so close My wooden cheek to his wooden nose In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair As if he'd even notice as if he'd ever care I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire. VERSE Lysergic Lysander nodding his head A glittering panda that needs to be fed A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo These foolish things remind me of you And the puppet girls kiss you, but they're on the move They must know I miss you, please come back soon In the depths of midwinter, at the bottom of the stair I'm on fire, Pierrot Lunaire. BRIDGE Oh, claire de la luna I know you'll never care I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair If you would ever notice if you could even care I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire