Blue Tongues
The Residents
I love you and 'cause I do
My skies have changed
From gray to blue
But blue's not just
A color of the rainbow
It's shade, is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard
My blue sky blue
It's like a Roman candle
Coming rosebuds
My words are empty, hollow, bleating
Of a mental crutch
They're open, festered, indigestion
With a velvet touch
A coma with a sweet aroma
Is my only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That a grunt can gleam
My lichen covered corpuscles
Are filthy as a fist
Infection is my finest flower
Mildewed in the mist
Infection is my finest flower
Mildewed in the mist
Infection, infection
Infection, infection
I love you and 'cause I do
My skies have changed
From gray to blue
But blue's not just
A color of the rainbow