Bag of Grins

In my day I could hear them say Mr. K was awfully close Now we take that bow you know 'Cause it's time to meet your ghost And I don't understand Minotaurs and jaguars Are at my finger's tip Falling up through the mustard gates And I think I broke my hip And I don't understand I do not understand Nine o'clock I turn my heels and sigh For one last time Ten-thirty I tied my chi And died up on the vine Send me out to the pasture, love With a closet full of whips The coroner spins with his bag of grins And he's sewing up my lips And I don't understand Nine o'clock I turn my heels and sigh For one last time Ten-thirty I tied my chi And died up on the vine I died up on the vine Suddenly when the moment comes And it's harmony or rage Flowers cry on the corpse of love And it's time to turn your page Mr. and Mrs. Au Contraire I think they'll soon arrive All the treasures you have saved Your children now divide And I don't understand I do not understand Nine o'clock I turn my heels and... Suddenly when the moment comes And it's harmony or rage Flowers cry on the corpse of love And it's time to turn your page I am somewhere else my love And I think you'll know just where to find me Out in an interstellar place and there's Nothing left here to define me You are somewhere else good love And this life of crime that's all behind me We are all just space and love And I think you'll know that's who designed me, ehh I am somewhere else my love And I think you'll know just where to find me Out in an interstellar place and there's Nothing left here to define me You are somewhere else good love And this life of crime that's all behind me We are all just space and love And I think you'll know that's who designed me