That fine fever brought us here  Lambasted eyeballs  When we kiss the dirt  The orchids laugh  What a gut pageant  We could play for hours  What a gut pageant  Meat for the flowers  You break out of a paper bag  And wake up on the street  Just kidding  You don't have to go  I asked him why the grass is blue  And stray boys don't go home  Why four a.m's so screwy  He says " Sleep through it "  What a gut pageant  We could play for hours  What a gut pageant  Meat for the flowers  Not too special not too strange  Just the way I like 'em  You find an empty promise and stick by it  Not too pretty, not too sweet  Just the way I like you  When you kiss the dirt  The orchids laugh, harder than me  Tell me another one  I could sit for hours  When anyone laughs  I know I'm a coward  What a gut pageant  We could play for hours  When we kiss the dirt  The orchids laugh, harder than me.