Well it's midnight in a liquor store. In Texas on Halloween. Salvador Dali watches. From his window in a dream. Jesus is a rock star. who destroys all he sees. Godzilla is a cowboy. Who is dressed up as a queen. She isn't as depressed as she used to be. Come on over here my dear. . Well I hold my head real still. So I can't see very far. They got all these Vietnamese. Heads stuffed into jars. They got all these things. That make them look like they're way in. They use polythene plastics. On their bods instead of skin. If I had someone to talk to. I wouldn't mind so much. But it takes so long to get there. Can't remember where I was. And I wouldn't mind to talk to you. Even if I could. The ceiling is bendin' on my telephone. Everything's gettin' weird.