Phallic Apollo

bare fictitious odyssey

because i learned it from you

i know a woman, Phallic

Apollo, who lives in my

bathroom mirror, and

she's not afraid

(afraid of

you) to tell the

truth from the stuff that

you say, but she can't look me

in the eye, the ko-ko klocks

never chime the right time, oooh

But Phallic Apollo,

I wanna know why

i do it for the joy,

but a guilty

Shadow tends

to follow a half wit self-

sacrificing girl, (i learned it from

you). Phallic Apollo, your pretty

hair, I can see your reflection,

every where, a metamorphosis

of the unbearable kind, a

myth of a color of a truth

you hide. This is what

goes on in my

head, there's a

empty grave instead of

a bed , for you my love, my

Phallic Apollo-a sun god of the

seventh sun...ooooh ooh hey

pink lemonade and

candi cane, vodka tonic to

drown your troubles away

because nobody believes

don't cry, don't

cry, ooooh