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It's not open to the public until spring When the renovations are complete It's not a bird, not a plane, or anything It's the most wonderful thing we've ever seen My life's work, my dream come true It's the newest new and new At this point, I'll have to tell you what it is It's the museum of human suffering We have splayed across the foyer, inordinately bled The carcass of our saviour who rose from the dead Victims of drought, and famine, and fetusеs abandoned Are waiting to be admirеd And at the center, set to expire My punctured bleeding heart of desire Just for a moment, watch me, please Oh, watch my heart bleed, tell me Just for a moment, watch me, please Feel my disease, remember me Watch for a moment, shake my hand Tell your son I was a great man I'm able to forget in the company of others And I'm able to forget in restaurants entries To find myself with every breath Letras de cancionesIn every night, in every bed In any hotel room in the world She comes writhing back Like a talented pestilence, she unzips the air Like a virtuous pink iridescent sludge everywhere I said, "Take me to your holy land And take me by the hand" And will you tell me If Im remembered by the saints of here If they've been to my famous museum Just for a moment, just for a second Just for a minute more, tell me Just for a moment, just for a second Everybody please, remember me Take off my corpse, shake his hand Tell your son, "He was a great man" From Letras Mania