elvis perkins
emile s vietnam in the sky
Jean Cocteau is covered in butter The ghosts of Cappucino and Zaza hover In the hallway where the devil and his lover Beg you for change on the slide There's nothing really like a French blues Blown by an unknown soldier in you To all your regrets and you rouse I'll meet you down there when I try And do you ever wonder Where you go when you die? Emile's Vietnam in the sky Well, I'd take better care of your heart You'll be opening a Sswiss bank account Let go, it's over now, play your part You'll be swinging those milk clouds on high