Blue Tongues - The Residents

I love you and 'cause I do

My skies have changed

From gray to blue

But blue’s not just

A color of the rainbow

It’s shade, is not a hazy hue

But pure and hard

My blue sky blue

It’s like a Roman candle

Coming rosebuds

My words are empty, hollow, bleating

Of a mental crutch

They’re open, festered, indigestion

With a velvet touch

A coma with a sweet aroma

Is my only dream

Malignant with the misconception

That a grunt can gleam

My lichen covered corpuscles

Are filthy as a fist

Infection is my finest flower

Mildewed in the mist

Infection is my finest flower

Mildewed in the mist

Infection, infection

Infection, infection

I love you and 'cause I do

My skies have changed

From gray to blue

But blue’s not just

A color of the rainbow