The Residents

The Residents - Lillie lyrics

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Her teeth were in her hands and her tongue was hanging out;
The she started drooling and caught it in a cup,
The cup was full of pennies; it spilled when she got up.

Some guy is in the shadows grabbing empty air;
He could be catching butterflies if there were any there.

All the freaks are not inside the tents
Some pay to come and be in the audience.

I saw a great big guy who had a little gun;
He pulled it out and smiled and then he sucked his thumb
His wife was standing by with a leather leash
Fastened to a child who cried beside their feet.

The scary one is back with clothes so white and clean;
And her face that's coated with a quarter inch of cream-cold cream

She's the one who freaks the freaks out
Lillie little Lillie, Lillie little Lillie, Lillie chilling Lillie
Lillie with her white face.
Delicate Lillie is stainlessly lonely and
She is too white
Like a face in a flashlight with teeth that might bite
She is too white
Like dice rolling snakeeyes in headlights at night
She is too white
Like a corpse in the sunshine or eyes in a fight

There's a spot a spot on my glove on my glove I know, no no maybe it
was make em runny make em runny honey... doilies doilies where have all
the doilies gone...
  Roses will whither and die
  Along with the lace and the lies
  Nothing is nicer than death
  At matching the bad and the best
Heh heh... he hated me he hated me and hate is white and hate is hot
but I'll not even have disdain for him not even a stain on a memory
looked up to, lacking all respect for him I'm blacking out the specks
of decent thoughts that linger in me and leave only white white
peaceful white calm white swans silently flying in the snow look down
and see the bleached bones of a noble knight who died trying to save
his lady his lovely white lady who brought her man milk in the
moonlight but it was too late too late too late he said
  Scratch out all the pin holes
  Open up the sores
  Don't look out the window
  White hatred's at the door.
And he tried to make me dirty make me dirty make me dirty.
  Touch her someone
  Touch her someone
  Reach out to her
  Touch her soiled soul
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Cryptic Corporation, The Voyager Company

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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