Burn Piano Island, Burn by The Blood Brothers
Fingers: 1-900-USA-NAILS Prisoner: "Operator I love you. Operator, I would never leave you.. Operator I love to see your face pressed up against the glass. I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear..." Operator: "Put the receiver to your chest and let me know who loves you the best." Prisoner: "The county sheriff said that my baby is dead. They found him in some trash can blue all clenched and chewed. Don't judge me I'm not his real mother I couldn't even recognize his face, his tears of wax, his skin like a subway running over spinal tracks. Operator can I confide in you? They haven't got an ounce of proof! Those pigs locked me up to see what color I'd rot into! (It wasn't me it was my false tiger limbs.. It wasn't me it as the garbage gryphon!) When I walk alone (operator come on!), when I watch you through the phone (operator come on!) and depupil these lonely eyes, the love scenes grafted to the sky are making me cry....1-900-USA-NAILS (oh baby) I get one phone call a day from the Molson County jail... Operator:1-900-USA-NAILS. 96 cents per minutes cash or credit, check or debit... (Noticeable pause) Prisoner: Operator-rator won't you tell me again! Operator-rator yeah you're my only friend! Operator: "Do you remember the night in the back of daddy's car...strumming the chords of your pubic guitar...the way you tasted like a movie star...the way the windshield reflected the sunrise, the way the light tattooed your thighs...You're the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.... ..your time is up, till next time! We'll send you the bill." Prisoner: Listen...can you hear the buildings crumbling in slow motion? Blow me up like a balloon we'll float over the ocean! Listen...can you hear them taking me away, don't tell the fucking guards what I've said. Can you see the angels stringing wires through my face?... Operator: Meet me next week, same time, same place.