Pierrot Lunaire - Momus

The string to his head

The boss makes it nod

The string to his mouth

His mum pulls for food

The string to his soul

It leads up to God

But who controls

The string to his cock

In the bleak midwinter

At the bottom of the stair

I'll set myself on fire

Pour petrol in my hair

If he would ever notice

If he would even care

I'm just so bored

Football on a Sunday

Drinks after work

Tuesday a D J

Friday a jerk

And what really matters

And who really cares

My lover's a puppet

Pierrot Lunaire

In the bleak midwinter

At the bottom of the stair

I'll set myself on fire

Pour petrol in my hair

If he would ever notice

If he could even care

I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire

Others have boyfriends

Boyfriends who care

Of flesh and blood

Not string and air

They lay them on beds

They whisper "je t'aime"

They take off their clothes

And make love to them

One day I'll cut my arms off

And send them to him

I'll sever my legs

Suspend them from strings

I'll be Polcinella

We'll hang out so close

My wooden cheek

To his wooden nose

In the bleak midwinter

At the bottom of the stair

I'll set myself on fire

Pour petrol in my hair

As if he'd even notice

As if he'd ever care

I'm so in love Pierrot Lunaire

Lysergic Lysander

Nodding his head

A glittery panda

That needs to be fed

A Cantonese opera

Performed at the zoo

These foolish things

Remind me of you

And the puppet girls kiss you

Up there on the moon

They must know I miss you

Please come back soon

In the depths of midwinter

At the bottom of the stair

I'm on fire

Pierrot Lunaire

Au clair de la luna

I know you'll never care

I'll set myself on fire

Pour petrol in my hair

If you would ever notice

If you could even care

I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire

I know you can't cry so don't even try

When you've cried as much as me

The tears roll by

The years rain down the tears don't dry

They dangle from your chin like a memory

I passed you on the stair you're like I swear

Who's been sleeping in baby bear's lair

How's Cruel Frederick is anybody there

The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair

The nest of baby spiders underneath the chair

All the survivors of the massacre

All the little friends of Henry Darger

Living large but dreaming larger

Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace

And Grace is a little girl who slaps your face

I know you can't cry so don't even try

When you've cried as much as me

The tears roll by

The years rain down the tears don't dry

They dangle from your chin like a memory

All the little tears going down the drain

Here we go again