Dealers of God - Humanoid Skeleton Lyrics

Thirty days
Bill Clinton
Forty nights
Bill Clinton
Three minutes
Bill Clinton
Nine months
Bill Clinton
Six weeks
Bill Clinton
Three thousand years
Bill Clinton
Still trembling...
Still trembling...

Three years ago Bill Clinton took my f*cking eyes
I can't find them, cos I can't see anymore
Bill what have you done to me?

Bill found me on a train
Late at night and I was so close
Left my head so empty
Withered hands, deep inside, of me

Writing two or three postcards
Not for you but for myself
Sending texts to your mobile
Knowing they'll never be read

Walking down to the grocery aisle
And all I can think about
Is Bill's smile
When you look into his eyes...
Finishing a bathroom tile
And his son named Kyle
Just sitting there, in a pool of bile

Bill Clinton, it's been a while
Three days
Four minutes
Six years
Eight weeks
Three thousand years

I looked into his eyes...
Bill Clinton why?
Bill Clinton why?

Bill found me on a train
Late at night and I was so close
Left my head so empty
Withered hands, deep inside, of me

Riding through my old postcode
Trying to find some semblance of
Something I could hold on to
Just to prove I could end it all

Bill found me on a train
I was desperate, and so cold
I was so young and healthy
Withered hands took my youth from me

Running through that scrapyard
Howling like the wolf cubs
I remember somehow
Sliding over, mouth to mouth

Bill,
Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill!

Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill
Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Bill

Bill Bill, Billy Boy
Up to his chest in soy
In a warehouse
Outside Detroit

Yeah he's under the warehouse,
He's under the warehouse,
He's covered in soil
He's covered in soil
No one's gonna get Clinton's remains, yeah

Bill Clinton, it's been awhile
Do you remember me?
Or has your brain been circumcised
For all eternity?

Bill Clinton, what's life like
In a tube of glass?
Does the plasma keep your youthful looks?
Does it fill your lungs?

Bill Clinton, it's been a while
You look thinner than before
Translucent skin drapes your skull
Hungering for more

Bill Clinton, you never smile
You just stare at me
Your empty gaze, desensitised
To all suffering

Bill Clinton, it's been awhile...

Will he ever go away?
Nah, I think he's here to stay

Circumcision train
Circumcision train
Circumcision train
Circumcision train
Circumcision train