Mr. Bungle - Quote Unquote

All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness melts into dream To talk is an enunciated sneeze To taste 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 secret means of ecstasy Acute and very olfactory To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is stinking highs and lows He's got an itch 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. Odorless. Nothing.