Fake Palindromes - Andrew Bird

My dewy-eyed, Disney bride what has tried

Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?

Monsters, whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide

Jesus, don’t you know that you could have died?

You should have died with the monsters that talk

Monsters that walk the earth

And she’s got red lipstick, and a bright pair of shoes

And she’s got knee-high socks, what to cover a bruise

She’s got an old death kit, she’s been meaning to use

She’s got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you

She’s got blood in her eyes for you

Certain fads, stripes and plaids, some singles ads

They run you hot and cold like a rheostat I mean a thermostat

So you bite on a towel, hope it won’t hurt too bad

My dewy eyed, Disney bride what has tried

Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?

With the monsters what talk, monsters what walk the earth

She says, I like long walks and sci-fi movies

You’re six-foot tall and East coast bred

Some lonely night we can get together

And I’m gonna tie your wrists with leather

And drill a tiny hole into your head

And I’m gonna drill a tiny hole into your head