I Set My Friends On Fire – Reese’s Pieces I Don’t Know Who John Cleese Is Lyrics

Commonly a virtuoso at these procedures,
But this was the saddest thing my eyes have ever viewed. Tell me when? These vigilant eyes can’t keep off the timekeepers. That these nauseating thoughts weren’t true. Usually out before I open my eyes. Second hand every angle. See there’s a twist to this lovely,
For you too see. Maybe I should reconsider this diagnosis,
Lets think things out before we conclude. Bat in hand behind the closest door I painfully stared. Next time you won’t get out so easily. This is a maudlin motion picture. I really shouldn’t be thinking this way,
It would put my mind at ease,
If I caught your ass on tape. With a wire wrapped around his neck,
Tightly tied to a tree,
There he stood on the top of the cliff,
With his inanimate life, above the sea. Having your manhood in your mouth is no fun. How could you do this to me? What’s hiding in your wardrobe
Isn’t a shopping spree. And back away… My intestines are fastening laces,
Intolerable to f**king untangle. Took everything wouldn’t touch,
And made me feel (hell yeah!)
I had all my faith in you,
That you would never commit and act of deceit,
To wake up in the ante meridian
Knowing there would be solid ground to support my feet. Now watch this we smacking flesh,
I’m sure you don’t even care. This leaves you forced to stare. Now that I know what I’m up against;
I came prepared. Say “hello” to this bark, in-between your teeth. They’ll be no excuses baby. I SET MY FRIENDS ON FIREReese’s Pieces I Don’t Know Who John Cleese Is Lyrics
Oh it’s a shame that I have to tape over,
Those elysian smiles I thought I’d keep forever. Stop to think about it. He drinks his virulent drink. And as for you darling, you’re going no where,
It’s kind of hard to move when you’re tied to a chair. It took balls to do what you’ve done. Stop, rewind, watch them die. Nothing ever made sense,
Was I even real? If it is alright (if it is alright) to conceal the truth,
Then when does the concealment end, and lying begin? The postmeridian hours that we performed,
Seemed like such a perfunctory routine,
But I can obviously tell by the footage here,
That you’re in love with his machine! Before we met, I wouldn’t bet,
I would give up nihilism for you! If we’ve both flooded the same skin…
You’ve tasted me,
I’ve tasted you,
Who knows how many places,
My tongue has been? Now choking and strangling in the water,
His body begins to sink. I don’t buy these incredulous denials,
Do you think you’ve found the exit,
To your escape? Who really knows what goes on in the afternoon? But he regurgitated his drink. My tongue has been…
I left, you stayed, I hoped and prayed. Lets not ruin the surprise. What’s keeping you waiting? And brush against your cleaned trimmed hair? A theme song in search of a movie,
I’ve got the perfect script to match this tune. (Oh don’t you love to play it back, and watch it all over?) Not only did that put out the flames. Comes out to stilts supporting the wait of lust,
I always thought you were someone I could always trust. And sets himself on fire. To epilate between your thighs…
Are you waiting for his tongue to come? This wasn’t the worse thing that could happen…yes it is. Pulls the trigger though the midair;
Misses his head and snaps the wire. Tell me when? I remember it all like it was yesterday…
Forget all, Set it down, hit record. I’ll forward this to your friends and family. I hope he knows, that curvilinear gyrating space,
Won’t be the only thing he’ll taste down there. But with your eyelids sown back to your brows. We’re dying slowing again…we’re dying
Slowly again? Why did you pick today? Soon you will also be bleeding from underneath.