The Ceiling Is Bendin lyrics

Well, it`s midnight in a liquor store
In Texas on Halloween
Salvador Dali watches
From his window in a dream
Jesus is a rock star
who destroys all he sees
Godzilla is a cowboy
Who is dressed up as a queen
She isn`t as depressed as she used to be
Come on over here, my dear
Well, I hold my head real still
So I can`t see very far
They got all these Vietnamese
Heads stuffed into jars
They got all these things
That make them look like they`re way in
They use polythene plastics
On their bods instead of skin
If I had someone to talk to
I wouldn`t mind so much
But it takes so long to get there
Can`t remember where I was
And I wouldn`t mind to talk to you
Even if I could
The ceiling is bendin` on my telephone
Everything`s gettin` weird
And my skin falls from my bones