Trashman In Furs

Geraldine Fibbers

Lay down Rosey.

It's the blue and the orange time,

a water and a twist of lime.



I had so much to tell you.

I raced through the sky

to touch you for the last time.

So much to tell you.

I raced through the sky,

to whisper a message into your morphine drip.



Not a dark boy

a sparkle and a mark boy

making cake out of trashcan afterthoughts.

Death is a spinster,

mortally whacking the funny boys

'til they're not laughing anymore.



I had so much to tell you.

I raced through the sky

to touch you for the last time.

So much to tell you.

I raced through the sky,

to whisper a message into your morphine drip.



Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry

I'm havin' fun drivin'

I'm ridin' ridin' ridin'

to a place with no pain

no tears no art

no ears no cars

no need for you to cry for me

don't cry for me

they're here for me

no need for you to cry.



Lay down Rosey.

It's the blue and the orange time,

a water and a twist of lime.



I had so much to tell you.

I raced through the sky

to touch you for the last time.

So much to tell you.

I raced through the sky,

to whisper a message...



So much to tell you

So much to tell you

I raced through the sky...