Siamese Centrefold - The Ark

In my dreams I have seen

tales beyond the extreme,

in the land of the obscene

some find shelter.

God gave back his sanity clause

— get your friend a dress with claws

and holes to show the flaws

— Oh, he’s writing another lovesong.

Pardon me, I don’t wanna see,

siamese centerfold’s buzzing me.

Oh no, I don’t wanna know

no siamese freakshow, no.

Mummy nun, policeman stunts

clockwork writing hard-on songs

and curly tales with nothing on,

— Maybe I’m getting old.

Don’t wanna know where it’s done,

Don’t wanna know what songs they’ve sung,

just wanna wake up and be happy

that I’m still young.

Pardon me, I don’t wanna see,

siamese centerfold’s buzzing me.

Oh no, I don’t wanna know

What’s going on below

(where the lights are low

and there’s no place to go)

downstairs at the siamese floorshow.

Pardon me, I don’t wanna see,

siamese centerfold’s buzzing me.

Oh no, I don’t wanna know

no siamese freakshow, no.

I’ve never felt such great distress

but the lowest crime can become success.

Who else would call them lover, say?

Who else would put their back so straight?

But oh, the girl she said she came for the dancin'…