Walter Westinghouse - The Residents

Walter Westinghouse went to town

He found a friend today

His friend was peeling ceiling wax as

He heard Walter say

«Love me tender, love me sweet

Love me like I love my feet

Sit me down with Ezra Pound

But don’t forget to eat

Or cause a country boy to cook

A carrot or a cake

But don’t forget the feelings

Of a friend are hard to fake»

He lives a life of April leaves

Respondent to the thought that

«Often things you caught or bought

Were not the ones you sought»

Now his December is a sender

Singing songs he knows

But all the words are «cheese» and «please»

And «boy, I hope it snows»

He buys the bacon and the achin'

In his heart is due

To overcoats and Quaker Oats

And if his wife should sue

«Wanda, Wanda where you went and

Tell me what’d you take?»

«I took the tongue of Philip Jung

And left it in the lake»

«But my dear I think I fear

That you had lost your way»

«'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs

Were all he’d let me bake

He said, 'Your trust is like a crust

Too brittle and too thin'

I said, 'You're full of

n****r nuts

And look like Rin Tin Tin'»

«Is common ground not ever found

But flees from dad to son

Or is it just believing that the

Evening steals the sun?»

«I said, 'Your snoot is full of poot

And should be in a shoe'

And then I said, 'your stupid bed

Is better off than you'»

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Huh, what’s that, dear?

Huh?

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Yes, eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon

And bleed decrepit broken bones

At caustic spells of hell

And he sees the threads of worn out treads

And calls his color true and calls his color true

And calls his color true and calls his color true

And calls his color true and calls his color true

And calls his color true and calls his color true