Momus - Pierrot Lunaire lyrics
[Momus - Pierrot Lunaire lyrics]
The string to his head the boss makes it nod
The string to his mouth
His mum pulls for food
The string to his soul it leads up to God
But who controls the string to his cock?
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice
If he could ever care
I'm just so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
Football on a Sunday drinks after work
Tuesday a DJ friday a jerk
And what really matters and who really cares
My lover's a puppet pierrot Lunaire
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice
If he could even care
I'm just so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
Others have boyfriends boyfriends who care
Of flesh and blood not string and air
They lay them on beds
They whisper 'je t'aime'
They take off their clothes
And make love to them
One day I'll cut my arms off
And send them to him i'll sever my legs
Suspend them from strings i'll be Polcinella
We'll hang out so close my wooden cheek
To his wooden nose
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
As if you'd even notice
As if you'd ever care
I'm so in love Pierrot Lunaire
Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
A glittery panda that needs to be fed
A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
These foolish things remind me of you
And the puppet girls kiss you
Up there on the moon
They must know I miss you
Please come back soon in the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair i'm on fire
Pierrot Lunaire
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If you could ever notice
If you would ever care
I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire
I know you can't cry so don't even try
When you've cried as much as me
The tears roll by
The years rain down, the tears don't dry
They dangle from your chin like a memory
I passed you on the stair, you're like
I swear
'Who's been sleeping in baby bear's lair?
How's Cruel Frederick, is anybody there?
The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair?
The nest of baby spiders
Underneath the chair?
All the survivors of the massacre
All the little friends of Henry Darger
Living large but dreaming larger
Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace
And Grace is a little girl
Who slaps your face
I know you can't cry so don't even try
When you've cried as much as me
The tears roll by
The years rain down, the tears don't dry
They dangle from your chin like a memory
All the little tears going down the drain
Pierrot Lunaire, here we go again
The string to his mouth
His mum pulls for food
The string to his soul it leads up to God
But who controls the string to his cock?
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice
If he could ever care
I'm just so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
Football on a Sunday drinks after work
Tuesday a DJ friday a jerk
And what really matters and who really cares
My lover's a puppet pierrot Lunaire
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice
If he could even care
I'm just so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
Others have boyfriends boyfriends who care
Of flesh and blood not string and air
They lay them on beds
They whisper 'je t'aime'
They take off their clothes
And make love to them
One day I'll cut my arms off
And send them to him i'll sever my legs
Suspend them from strings i'll be Polcinella
We'll hang out so close my wooden cheek
To his wooden nose
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
As if you'd even notice
As if you'd ever care
I'm so in love Pierrot Lunaire
Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
A glittery panda that needs to be fed
A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
These foolish things remind me of you
And the puppet girls kiss you
Up there on the moon
They must know I miss you
Please come back soon in the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair i'm on fire
Pierrot Lunaire
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If you could ever notice
If you would ever care
I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire
I know you can't cry so don't even try
When you've cried as much as me
The tears roll by
The years rain down, the tears don't dry
They dangle from your chin like a memory
I passed you on the stair, you're like
I swear
'Who's been sleeping in baby bear's lair?
How's Cruel Frederick, is anybody there?
The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair?
The nest of baby spiders
Underneath the chair?
All the survivors of the massacre
All the little friends of Henry Darger
Living large but dreaming larger
Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace
And Grace is a little girl
Who slaps your face
I know you can't cry so don't even try
When you've cried as much as me
The tears roll by
The years rain down, the tears don't dry
They dangle from your chin like a memory
All the little tears going down the drain
Pierrot Lunaire, here we go again