Turn Me on Dead Man

The lines on my forehead are so deep and furrowed

Borrowed from William Burroughs it seems

The coat on my tongue is as milky as madness

Sugar and sadness dissolve into dreams

Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Like nobody can

Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Dead man

Let's light a cigar and chase all the women

Let's all go swimmin' in a bathtub of gin

From a belle of a horn to a Bela Lugosi

Everyone knows he shedded all his skin

Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Like nobody can

Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Dead man

With the past at my feet, I see the world incomplete

Without revisiting the days gone by

It's all timeless and true, what's old is what's new

Stolen pennies from a dead man's eye

This theory of time, it still blows my mind

Events overlapping, no beginning, no end

The sound waves created by electrocution

Beget revolution again and again

Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Like nobody can

Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

Dead man

Turn me on

Turn me on

Turn me on