Her medicine behind my back,
She's got a temporary fever and a heart attack.
She held your breath (she held your breath)
And wouldn't let it through,
And that's why nobody ever wants to talk to you.
And that's how you turned from pink to blue.
I guess I didn't know what else to do.
She's a sentimental architect.
She's got a fairly normal face, but she's a nervous wreck.
She closed her eyes (she closed her eyes),
And closed her bedroom too,
And that's why nobody ever wants to sleep with you.
She said, "Oh my god, I've lost my mind."
She said, "Oh my god, what a big surprise."
She did your hair (she did your hair),
And your religion too,
And that's why nobody ever wants to be with you.
And that's why you're turning into you.
I guess you didn't know what else to do.
Anxious sleep of the fathers of families
Table of sugared values
The angling of arguments is for sale
Police of the sexes
Paper flight bloody handkerchief
Academic occupations the ewe is rambling in the five-star hotels
Marriage-bed of mirrors
My tongue animal of rich bourgeois layabouts
Sighs of happy mothers
from Tiger Blood Drama Club,
released September 24, 2013
Contains words from the poem, "Regulations" by André Breton and Philippe Soupault, from the book 'The Magnetic Fields.'