In the neon womb of verbal mime
I’m so out of touch with life and time –
In the catacombs where nothing rhymes,
Nothing exists except that which is mine.
My mind is - My mind was – (Oo-hoo!)
Standing all alone in the neon womb,
Reminds me of my mother’s lonely tomb.
The air in the city is as cold as fire,
And this mother city calls me a liar!
My mind is, (Oo-hoo!)
My mind was end, beginning, all.
I’m insane,
My body is a neon womb.
I’m a neon, I’m a neon womb,
Neon womb –
My heart’s a womb,
My mind’s a womb,
My body’s a tomb.
My heart’s a womb,
My mind’s a womb,
My body’s a tomb.
I’m a neon, I’m a neon womb.
A neon’s here, neon’s there,
I’m a neon womb.
Standing all alone in the neon womb,
Reminds me of my mother’s lonely tomb.
The air, the city, is as cold as fire,
And this mother city calls me a liar.
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Lyrics submitted by Phil.