Righthand Heart - Momus.mp3

[00:06.489]Walking down the hall feeling like a jerk
[00:08.847]So detached it hurts…
[00:11.877]I meet this girl with a righthand heart
[00:16.788]I notice nothing until we start to kiss
[00:21.478]And my hand goes beneath her dress
[00:25.600]To the lefthand breast
[00:31.462]Downstairs the party’s going full swing
[00:36.067]The people we came with haven’t noticed a thing
[00:41.487]And as I tease the teat with my teeth
[00:45.234]I feel nothing underneath
[00:51.517]She moves my head across her chest
[00:56.171]Puts my ear against the righthand breast
[01:01.354]And sure enough her heart is there
[01:05.604]Loud and clear
[01:11.218]Beat, beating, beating on
[01:15.593]The right side of oblivion
[01:21.239]Beat, beating, beating on
[01:25.562]The wrong side of her body
[01:30.765]And though I know there’s nothing dangerous in it
[01:36.021]I’m feeling queasy, getting worse by the minute
[01:40.846]Wondering how to escape this nightmare
[01:45.341]When up the stair
[01:50.858]Comes this boy with no heart at all
[01:55.363]Him and her they make the perfect couple
[02:00.745]Him so blind in his rapacity
[02:04.630]That he doesn’t even see it
[02:10.827]Beat, beating, beating, beating (beating)
[02:19.978]I was lying on the bed when the lights went out
[02:22.374]And the butcher climbed in with the meat hanging out
[02:24.977]He had a polyester suit, the guy was a dude
[02:27.413]He dressed like a lawyer but he sexed real good
[02:30.041]400 push-ups, straight as a rod
[02:32.451]Grimacing in the pillow with a face like a dog
[02:34.876]He’s wagging his tail, she opens her legs
[02:37.237]The little cocker spaniel gets up and begs (gets up and begs)
[02:44.854]Nick nack heart attack, give the dog a bone
[02:47.280]Knees up, who’s up Old Mother Brown?
[02:49.811]Rubber boy, bovver boy, my son John
[02:52.186]Kills all the Judys with his big hard on
[02:54.776]Pop goes the weasel, bang goes the deal
[02:57.205]Punch went to market to club a few seals
[02:59.615]Cat got the baby, Judy fell apart
[03:02.050]This little piggy had a righthand heart
[03:04.034]And as I contemplate this mating of rapacity and sickness
[03:09.304]Of which I am the fascinated, unwilling witness
[03:14.232]I see he couldn’t care where her heart might be
[03:18.449]And I say "what the hell is wrong with me?
[03:24.615]Am I just too pure and too proud?"
[03:29.088]And as the bed creaks I ask myself aloud
[03:34.651]"Could it be that what makes me a freak
[03:38.997]Is my contempt for freaks?"
[03:44.773]I start to sweat, I feel it approach
[03:49.037]Familiar self-hate, familiar self-reproach
[03:53.917]And deep inside it beats so hard
[03:58.706]My righthand heart
[04:04.579]Beat, beating, beating on
[04:08.621]The right side of oblivion
[04:14.438]Beat, beating, beating on
[04:18.497]The wrong side of my body
[04:24.422]Beat, beating, beating on
[04:29.079]The right side of oblivion
[04:33.893]Beat, beating, beating on