Lyrics to Dislocation

This dislocation I feelIs so very real

The soup of the day

Is losing appeal

But was it something I said

Or something you ate?

The service 'round here

Is so second rate

The hunger is gone

The hour is late

If heaven is here



Then heaven can wait

I'm driving you home

And you're such a tease

You're pleasure retarded

You do as you please

Travestites are made of this

I look in your eyes

There is something amiss

Travestites are made of this

I look in your eyes

You're a stranger to kiss

I look in your eyes

You're a stranger to kiss