Moonlight Illuminates Limbs Forced into Impossible Positions Lyrics

Dancin' all night at the fuckin' beach massacre...

There is a seagull out back eating cat food
Where the blood dimmed tide is oft' balleyhooed
Out whereby the sea meets the sand
Furly Roper shows up to play the baby grand

Close to mine feet next to a decapitated skull
A midsummer's afternoon vexed by laughing gull
With a glaze as blank and pitiless as the sun
Furley Roper eats the mold off a hotdog bun

Like a cook's soul that has fallen into the soup
The decayed fucking corpses rise again as a group
Like a lighthouse tumbling upon a croaking frog
They lumber towards us through afternoon fog

There is an index finger yanked to the elbow
And sensory motor incongruence as you know
There are hands bent to beyond 29 degrees
Beyond their normal operating range in the breeze

There are extremities being pulled downward
the living, dancing dead will never be deterred
Satanic evil corpses pull Furley Roper into the Earth
Assuring us of a goddamn fucking disco rebirth