Terra

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 you'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 savior Who rose from the dead Victims of drought and famine, and fetuses abandoned Are waiting here to be admired And at the center, set to expire My punctured, bleeding heart of desire Just for a moment, watch me please Watch my heart bleed, tell me (Terra, Terra, Terra) Just for a moment, give it a squeeze Feel my disease, remember me (Terra, Terra, Terra, Terra) Just for a moment, just for a second Please remember me, please remember me (Terra, Terra, ah) I'm able to forget in the company of others And I'm able to forget in restaurants, on trains But by myself, with every breath And every night, in every bed In any hotel room in the world She comes writhing back Like a talented pestilence She unzips the air Blinding light emerges Pink, dark, iridescent sludge everywhere And I say, "Take me to your holy land Take me by the hand" And would you tell me If I'm remembered by the saints up here If they've been to my famous museum Just for a second, just for a moment Just for a minute more, tell me (Terra, Terra, Terra) Just for a second, just for a moment Everybody, please tell me (Terra, Terra, Terra, Terra) Dig off my corpse, shake his hand Tell yourself, "He was a great man!" Oh, oh, oh, oh Dig up my bones Trepan yourself a flute Play along to this tune (oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh!