Pink and Bleue - Mike Patton, Jean-Claude Vannier

When I drink too much

I shit my pants

Feel a little maidish

Lose my marbles

Singing an old love song

(Oh, no Verlaine)

Talking about you

And me

Thing-a-ma-jig

Joe, who is he?

A punch in the liver

That you don’t feel because

Singing a pink song

Full of love and bruises

A poor blue song

Kisses, screams, black and blue

Singing a pink song

Who doesn’t handle prose with kid gloves?

A poor blue song

A song pink and bleue

When my soul is grey

I feel my wings will break

Coming, going

Like little sisters

Who ain’t got the right tricks

When there was not you nor me, no holes

Thing-a-ma-jig or Joe Blows

When there is less, ain’t nothing left

So I serve my dose

One glass of pink song

Pint of shouts and bruises

You like that shit?

Listen dumbass douchebag

To my pink song

Who doesn’t handle prose with kid gloves?

This is my

Pink and bleue

Just one glass of pink song

Don’t handle with kid gloves

This is my pink and bleue

My pink and bleue