[Lyric] Your God Owes You Money (The Queen's Head)

Show me an ulcer
Show me an ulcer
Show me an ulcer
Show me an ulcer
Show me an ulcer
I'll show you a dancer
Show me an ulcer
I'll show you a dancer
Show me an ulcer
Sent down from the heavens
I'll show you a dancer
If sweat drenched our feathers
Show me an answer
In the earths crust in dandruff
I'll show you a dancer
I'll whisper the heat's touched

You show me the real thing, the good thing, the bad thing
The worst thing, the fat lady won't sing
Thе fat lady can't sing
So we're stuck herе with a skinny man
Another man preaching atheism
The gospel of sexual gymnastics
Spoken word canaries
Self-asphyxiating
Auto mold mining house
Soundscapes
Imaging my every regret
Seductvie and subset
Pink carbon monoxide
The brittle city skyline always makes me flaccid
I am horny, I am impotent
I have to be impotent
I am recalcitrant
I am hesitant
Show me a ulcer
I'll show you a dancer
In the glow of world fire burn
Like our charcoal mothers
She moves, oh how she moves
As frothing mouths flood invalisaligns
We agree to disagree
New rich by the cash of facts
None worse than a little wisdom
You show me an answer, man
I'm not listening I'm not listening
Impoverished by the cash of facts
You show me an answer man
I'm not listening, I'm not listening

Well my magic is illusions
Repetitions are black time
I speak the tongue of horrors
But I always make it rhyme
I wanna be your little doggy
I wanna sit beneath your lap
I wanna suck up divination
From the aches that make you sap
We're now, we are for forever
We're tomorrow, we are then
The lovers we will lust for
[Chorus]
Your God owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your God owes you money
He don't throw his weight around
Your God owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your God owes you money
He don't throw his weight around

(Stop believing)
You could lose all of your faith
(In the limits of the ceiling)
In the charms of redeveloped world
(Seize the evening)
I'm still living in it
(And show it all your feeling)
Breathing in it, grieving in it

Bid adieu to all past lovers
So we focus on a now
One that pours in feeding black
Into the whites beneath our brow
You're perfect in the mornings
Like a newborn easter sun
Their light was more like moonshine
But yours for now, will do
You haven't left this room in two weeks
And yet he is still out of breath
Have you got a lighter mate
The midnight air is full of petrol
And flames possess no shadows
No nor knowledge of their life expectancy

First place they'll go to
When they're feeling numb


You know how normal

[Chorus]
Your God owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your God owes you money
He don't throw his weight around
Your God owes you money
He don't like it when you're down
Your God owes you money
He don't throw his weight around

You could lose all your faith
In the charms of redeveloped world
I'm still leaving in it
Breathing in it, grieving in it