The Paris Buns - 1205 Lyrics

Oh the floodwaters washed over me and messed up my bedcovers
Feeling smothered I slipped away and I swam out to the bay
A band of marching bigots met and hounded me halfway
Here were the warped heads of those I thought were my brothers
Then way out on the ocean I found my body on a boat
Two Russian girls were giggling over something that I wrote
Then a storm swept me overboard and I drifted far away
That's all that I could think about when I woke up that day

I looked under a rock and roaches spread across my skin
I ran and found a fire, threw off my clothes, and jumped right in
A friar told me I should not have sold myself to sin
But as the flames flickered in his eyes, I thought "What's wrong with him?"
My lover laid in bed and ran her fingers through my hair
Our legs entwined, then in a flash of light, I felt the bed was bare
I discovered that she was not there, it filled my heart with pain
That's all that I could think about when I woke up that day

And through my window I saw a terrible tower
Black and brutal, long and tall, it was a testament to power
But I pondered: In that penthouse lived a pitiful old man
Sputtering and sniveling about his little hands!
Then suddenly the ground fell out and I shot into space
The stars were oh so pretty but I could not feel my face
I froze out in the cold, but thought, "Oh God, I feel okay"
That's all that I could think about when I woke up that day
That's all that I could think about when I woke up that day