Crime of the Season

Gown down on a mister mold Fried Eyed, who you think you are? One’s man, one’s money Gore tied to the centerfold Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs) Salmonella you’re golden (so many dogs) So you better get it around Vacant pageant, yo-yo gods Caught in the moment I pity on the underboss To show me your name Kerosene just for drinking (so many dogs) Cut kaleidoscope blinking (so many dogs) While you’re passing all my test tube dummies You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies Croquet promenade Gown down on a mister mold Fried Eyed, who you think you are? One’s man, one’s money Gore tied to the centerfold Asleep in the deep end (so many dogs) Little garden of Eden (so many dogs) So you better get it around Pagan, raven, no one’s ark Petty addendum Our pity is beyond desire, to suck on the rain Sucker punch if you let us (so many dogs) Sayonara vendettas (so many dogs) While you’re passing all my test tube dummies You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies Cause it’s Polly to Paulie, you’re fickle and floating away But now she feels so scared Croquet promenade, they know what they are Croquet promenade, they know what they are I pity on the underboss to give me a reason, they know what they are Our pity is beyond desire, it’s the crime of the season, they know what they are