The Ceiling Is Bendin'

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 like 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've got all these Vietnamese
Heads stuffed into jars

They've got all these things
That make them look like they're way in
They use polythene plastics
On their bods 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
When 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 bendin' on my telephone
Everything's gettin' weird and my skin falls from my bones