QUOTE UNQUOTE by MR. BUNGLE All behold the special A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The happiness melts into dream To talk is an enunciated sneese To take is some foul air to breathe One thought , it lasts a day And at that rate - he'll most likely live forever!!!!!!!!!! He's a bird in flight , a hermaphrodite And he fucks himself as he fucks the world His twitching brain can dance within Gyrating more like gelatin A secref means of ecstacy Acute and very olfactory To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is stinking highs and lows He's got an inch , but nothing with which To scratch the itch - so wish it away With his mouth sewn shut , he still shakes his butt Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta Smell. Sweat. Movement. Everyone's dancing. Disco. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance. Faint. Everyone's dancing without him. Where did it go? Dark. Odoress. Nothing. [ www.dailyrics.com ] QUOTEUNQUOTE by MR.BUNGLE