Lyrics Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Hitchcock

Sleeping With Your Devil Mask

I see the birdies in the trees

I see the fishes in the seas

And perching on the garden wall

I see the man that made it all

I see the sand, I see the stones

I see right through into your bones

Your skeleton can dance all night

And caper 'neath the swaying light

Sleeping with your devil mask

Is all I want to do

And when I stop it means

I'm through with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

So welcome Mr. Dennis Forbes

Who's brought along his perspex orbs

And they are full of leather peas

That rattle like a slow disease

I've got to have a nasty thought

Because of all the stuff I bought

From sultry Mr. Gareth Hobbes

Who does a load of useless jobs

And in the chapel after lunch

They used to cluster in a bunch

Sleeping with your devil mask

Is all I wanna do

And when I stop it means

I'm through with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

It's all compulsion, there's no choice

My mother's second name is Joyce

And once when she was very young

She saw a cellist being hung

Thirteen men with long black heads

All came and stood around her bed

And when the morning light came in

She saw their heads had all caved in

Their rotting brains fell to the floor

And crawled away towards the door

Sleeping with your Devil mask

Is all I wanna do

And when I stop it means

I'm through with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

The organism rapes itself

(Sleeping with your devil mask)

And then gives birth upon the shelf

(Sleeping with your devil mask)

And over where the magpie struts

(Sleeping with your devil mask)

A flower billows from my guts

(Sleeping with your devil mask)

Some things go in some things go out

And next time 'round I'll be a trout