Lyrics The Ceiling Is Bendin' - 2018 Remaster - The Flaming Lips

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 makes them look like they're way in
They use polyethylene plastics
On their bodies instead of skin
She isn't as depressed as she used to be
Come on over here, my dear
If I had someone to talk to
Well 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 binding' on my telephone
Everything's getting' weird
And my skin falls from my bones