I see the birdies in the trees I see the fishes in the seas

and perching on the garden wall I see the man that made it all

I see the sand, I see the stones I see right through into your bones

your skeleton can dance all night and caper beneath the swaying light

sleeping with your devil mask is all I want to do

and when I stop it means I'm through with you

yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah



so welcome Mr. Dennis Forbes who's brought along his perspect orbs

and they are full of leather peas that rattle like a slow disease

I've got to have a nasty thought because of all the stuff I bought

from sultry Mr. Garrick Hobbs who does a load of useless jobs

and in the chapel after lunch they used to cluster in a bunch

sleeping with your devil mask is all I wanna do

and when I stop it means I'm through with you

yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah



it's all compulsion, there's no choice my mother's second name is Joyce

and once when she was very young she saw a cellist being hung

thirteen men with long black heads all came and stood around her bed

and when the morning light came in she saw their heads had all caved in

their rotting brains fell to the floor and crawled away towards the door

sleeping with your Devil mask is all I wanna do

and when I stop it means I'm through with you

yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah



the organism rapes itself as it gives birth upon the shelf

and over where the magpie struts a flower billows from my guts

some things go in some things go out and next time back I'll come back a trout