I’m sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
 Allowing his hands somewhere they shouldn’t be
 My disgraceful quest for immortality
 An adventure in the airship inflated by my ego
 Behind the bookcase start to study
 I’m stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory
 The subtext is dire and the sex is not on fire
 But if beauty is truth that makes you a l-l-l-liar
 
 The lions are out on prowl
 So lie and I will believe you for now
 Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
 
 Crossdressing cage fighters juggle the bones
 Skeletons dancing up on xylophones
 The blossom falls from the trees 
 We will feast upon the fat juniper berries
 The writing's on the wall and it says red rum
 On this side of the mirror so go fetch me some
 They need a volunteer, total submission
 the Edwardian music hall musician
 Is listening in, he'll cut you with his car keys 
 and I’m still sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
 My disgraceful quest for immortality
 My disgraceful quest for immortality
 
 The lions are out on prowl
 So lie and will believe you for now
 And I was raised by wild wolves
 In the brutal wilderness
 And I take you for a fool
 If you help me out of this m-m-m-m-mess