Tori Amos - Ode To The Banana King Lyrics
Turning back ten thousand years,It's all a blur where the taxi's goMonster man a willing friend,Lucy serves the melon coldViolent and delicious souls,Four red trucks dressed illegally,Mother knows how the bugle blowsGonna get caught, gonna get caught,Gonna get caught in her rug, babeThis is not a conclusion,No revolution,Just a little confusionOn where your head has beenBoat made out of paper float,Dreams made up for the banana king, darlingCrumbs you have lapped freely of,Devious we all have beenViolent and delicious soulsViolent and delicious soulsThis is not a conclusion,No revolution,Just a little confusionOn where your head has been