F.K.O. - Subtle

F.K.O. - Subtle
You have the face of a man
Spread thin over three half finished records
It's likely the hand doctors will knock and or ring
With the child's map of your muscles
And mountain top voice all agree you need help bad too
To the daughters of and desperate drug strung rock czars
Can it be a sloppy candy for emotional wantsome
Of many many many land USA
Another big easy for its dynamite audience
All half deciding
Who is more popular
The good great grandchild of Napolean
Or Carol Burnet's spotlight mop up man
They vote by pushing colored pins
Into empty check box marked flaps of flesh located
On the backs of their minature dogs' necks
Spea doing so
While outside
The pin poked per neck votes are then tallied
Beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car
By alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen
Who say
They say the sun is flipped by hat tipped private dicks
Who lean like peey eyed eagles spon classic
Looking lampposts lined with the many levers that start
And stop all of the starts
The rich folk want
And they turn pay the gumshoe's matress well
To sing the US sparkles like George Washington
At twenty one sucking solid gold from the solid ground
Using his hollowed topless chopped cherry tree straw
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides
Then they shoot a spectacular
Until the cameraman's eyesight starts hurting of coarse
And if they say no this song isn't happening
And
They will have their poems to them
Or they will have nothing at all
See when you have the face of a man
Spread thin over three half finished records
It's likely the hand doctors will knock and or ring
With the child's map of your muscles
And agree you need help bad too
See when you have the face of a man
Spread thin over three half finished records
It's likely the hand doctors will knock and or ring
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides
Then they shoot a spectacular
Until the cameraman's eyesight starts hurting of coarse
And if they say no this song isn't happening
And
They will have their poems to them
Or they will have nothing at all
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides
Then they shoot a spectacular
Until the cameraman's eyesight starts hurting of coarse
And if they say no this song isn't happening
And
They will have their poems to them
Or they will have nothing at all
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides
Then they shoot a spectacular
Until the cameraman's eyesight starts hurting of coarse
And if they say no this song isn't happening
And
They will have their poems to them
Or they will have nothing at all
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides