Songtext Sleeping with your devil mask Robyn Hitchcock

Sleeping with your devil mask

I see the birdies in the trees I see the fishes in the seas
and perching on the garden wall I see the man that made it all
I see the sand, I see the stones I see right through into your bones
your skeleton can dance all night and caper beneath the swaying light
sleeping with your devil mask is all I want to do
and when I stop it means I'm through with you
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
so welcome Mr. Dennis Forbes who's brought along his perspect orbs
and they are full of leather peas that rattle like a slow disease
I've got to have a nasty thought because of all the stuff I bought
from sultry Mr. Garrick Hobbs who does a load of useless jobs
and in the chapel after lunch they used to cluster in a bunch
sleeping with your devil mask is all I wanna do
and when I stop it means I'm through with you
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
it's all compulsion, there's no choice my mother's second name is Joyce
and once when she was very young she saw a cellist being hung
thirteen men with long black heads all came and stood around her bed
and when the morning light came in she saw their heads had all caved in
their rotting brains fell to the floor and crawled away towards the door
sleeping with your Devil mask is all I wanna do
and when I stop it means I'm through with you
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
the organism rapes itself as it gives birth upon the shelf
and over where the magpie struts a flower billows from my guts
some things go in some things go out and next time back I'll come back a trout