Fingers: 1-900-USA-NAILS
Prisoner: "operator I love you.
Operator, I would never leave you...
Operator I love to see your face pressed up against the glass.
I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear..."
Operator: "Put the receiver to your chest
and let me know who loves you best."
Prisoner: "The county sheriff said that my baby is dead.
They found him in some trash can, blue all clenched and chewed.
Don`t judge me, I`m not his real mother,
I couldn`t even recognize his face, his tears of wax,
his skin like a subway running over spinal tracks.
Operator can I confide you?
They haven`t got an ounce of proof!
Those pigs locked me up to see what color i`d rot into!
(It wasn`t me it was my false tiger limbs..
It wasn`t me it was the garbage gryphon!)
When i walk i wald alone (operator come on!),
when I watch you through the phone (operator come on)
and depupil these lonely eyes,
the love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry...
1-900-USA-NAILS (oh baby)
I get one phone call a day from Molson County jail...
Operator: 1-900-USA-NAILS.
98 cents per minute cash or credit, check or debit...
(noticeable pause)
Prisoner: Operator-rator wont you tell me again!
Operator-rator yeah you`re my only friend!
Operator: "Do you remember that night in the back of daddy`s car...
strumming the chords of your pubic guitar...
the way you tasted like a movie star...
the way the windsheild reflected the sunrise,
the way the light tattooed your thighs...
You`re the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world...
your time is up, till next time! We`ll send you a bill."
Prisoner: Listen....
can you hear the buildings crumbling in slow motion?
Blow me up like a baloon we`ll float over the ocean!
Listen...can you hear them taking me away,
don`t tell the fucking guards what i`ve said.
Can you see the angels stringing wires through my face?
Operator: Meet me next week, same time, same place.
