Paroles de Sawdust

My head is filled with sawdust Glass eyes of vacant black bulbs And from my perch of red rust The world contracts and unfolds There was a liar with the great incisors Shimmering through the steaming geyser Of platitudes and of pasteurisers He's sincere, so sincere There was a bird with the brilliant plummage Suffering through the airborn sewage Of black clouds and of black perfummage Sincere, she's so sincere There was a flock that would only follow Any shit they'd taste they'd swallow You'd never know that their heads were hollow Sincere, so sincere