I Am the Swordfish Lyrics

I am the swordfish that will never shower

The shape of your ears is the totality of glower

Bedpans in a fit of cholera

Spasmodic rice will improve your flora

How thick as treacle the snowshine in your eyes

So directly current from the static in your brain

Your elbow patches rumble with a fear of pies

Never align yourself with the Listerine salesman

I must demand your pleasing chin

How it passes there and back again

Like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes

I love your eyes but only with molasses

You're more beautiful than a bouquet of fossils

Your fingers are divine as the Pope's nostril hair

while they sublimate volcanic gases

With the slightest cooling touch from passing geese

and the dizzy ambivalence of your crumbling fleece

I could never contemplate the ways of so many feet

walking and walking and walking and walking...

I must demand your pleasing chin

How it passes there and back again

Like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes

If you have set yourself on fire, do not run

If you have set yourself on fire, do not run

If you have set yourself on fire, do not run

If you have set yourself on fire, you're on fire

Your breath, delicate as vapors of methane flows

toward my frontal lobe

since my hair is on fire;

I must demand your pleasing chin

How it passes there and back again

Like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes

If you have set yourself on fire, do not run

If you have set yourself on fire, do not run

If you have set yourself on fire, do not run

If you have set yourself on fire, you're on fire