Formidable Marinade - Amanda Palmer, MIKELANGELO, Lance Horne

I have seen you in the Turkish baths

I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh

Nakedness has a sweet, sweet smell

Which sends me down to the pits of hell

The steam, that rises form the water

Tells me you’re satan’s daughter

If I am the devil’s son

Then into the darkness we should run

If sodomy is not just for animals

Human flesh, is not just for cannibals

I’ll feast on your body if you’ll feast on mine

'Cause blood is thicker, and redder than wine

Oh, lay ourselves out, upon the table

Ravish each other 'till we’re no longer able

When juices mix in the heat of the fray

It’ll make a formidable marinade

If I put my hand in Pandora’s box

And I was smitten by a deathly pox

If I was a leper or the warts on a toe

Would you think well of me, when I go

If I wrote my name with a razorblade

In the palm of your hand, would it still fade?

If I kissed your lips would you think it wrong

Or would you come along with me

If sodomy is not just for animals

Human flesh, is not just for cannibals

I’ll feast on your body if you’ll feast on mine

'Cause blood is thicker, and redder than wine

Oh, lay ourselves out, upon the table

Ravish each other 'till we’re no longer able

When juices mix in the heat of the fray

It’ll make a formidable marinade

I’ll roast you on the spit like a fatted calf

When you’re done I’ll split your body in half

Climb into your redenned core

Curl up tight, and close the door

In your body I’ll dream of things

Like geese and mustard

Cabbages and kings

Thermos full of chocolate sauce

And men who live on only remorse

If sodomy is not just for animals

Human flesh, is not just for cannibals

I’ll feast on your body if you’ll feast on mine

'Cause blood is thicker, and redder than wine

Oh, lay ourselves out, upon the table

Ravish each other 'till we’re no longer able

When juices mix in the heat of the fray

It’ll make a formidable marinade