my baby paints herself red   she paints her hair   her hair is dead   she's living in the city   with the bodies that scream   we are all jesus   we all dream   see the dancer in there reeling   paint the sky upon the ceiling   four useless gods upon a day   so blinded by the filth on sunday   saying the words for the idiots   you are miracle drivel   optical sewer   listens to the flowers fall   paint the words upon the wall   this is the pulse of fools like you   who sound so red and turn so blue   the sound of uselessness in slumber   war is over if you want   see the dancer's semen reeling   paint the sea upon the ceiling   pulse   my baby paints herself red   she paints her hair   her hair is dead   she's living in the city   with the bodies that scream   we are all jesus    we all dream   see the dancer's semen reeling   paint the sky upon the ceiling   that's pulse