Gut Puppets Songtext

Curtain call, places please
Train the spotlight
On the guy who's been living without it
You own the rights to the movement of my insides
When I should have forgotten about it

Clumsy fisting, where's the romance?
Punch inside me, make the gut puppets dance
Rip 'em out
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Evaginate
Stitch 'em up and decorate

Look what you made, don't they look great?

Bile rising, a standing ovation
Trade my crowd for a perch on a thin ledge
Come admire our artistic creation:
A royal ****-up, a coach on a cliff edge

I've never been the best of workmen
But then again, in my defence:
My tools are shit
The splintered wood attests to this

Yet I hammer on
Leave it etched in stone:
"Don't forget to phone
Don't neglect to phone"
I'm trying my best to be a child with ADD
All eyes and no flies on me

As base as I go to these lengths to hold the door
Either open or closed depending on the form
Stop me if you're bored or you've heard this one before
My intentions are pure

I put my faith in Punch and Judy
I piss away my sense of duty
I did my sums and what d'ya know?
Three into two doesn't go
It doesn't go
It doesn't go
It doesn't go.

Cats Are Aliens Gut Puppets songtext