F.K.O. - Subtle, Console

See when you have the face of a man

Spread thin over 3 half finished records

It’s likely the hand doctors will knock and or ring

With a child’s map of your muscle and mountain top voice

To agree you need help to the tune of twice

As much popular music

The daughters of if, but are desperate

Drug strung rock czars can be a sloppy candy

For the emotional want some of many many land U.S.A.

Another big easy for its dynamite audience

All half deciding who is more popular

The good great grandchild of Napoleon

Or Carol Burnett’s spotlight mop up man

They vote by pushing colored

Pins into empty check box marked

Flaps of flesh located on the backs

Of their miniature dogs necks

Upon doing so while outside

The pin poked pet neck votes are then tallied

Beneath the breathy crackle

Of a freshly turned off cop car

By alert middle class worms hid in the heads

Of Ford model mailmen

Who say

(Psst, psst)

They say the sun is flipped

By hat-tipped private dicks

Who lean like

(Psst, psst)

Prey eyed eagles up-on classic looking lampposts

Lined with the many levers that start and stop

All of the stars the rich folks want

Fuck Kelly Osbourne, yeah

And they in turn

(Spit, pit, pit, pit)

Pay the gumshoe’s mattress well to sing

«The U.S. sparkles like George Washington at 21»

Sucking the solid gold from solid ground

Using his hallowed topless chopped cherry tree straw

And the wealthy west can not be asked

Who decides when they shoot a spectacular

Until the cameraman’s eyesight

Starts hurting of coarse

And if they say so

This songs isn’t happening

And they will have

Their poems sung to them

Or they will have nothing at all