The Paul Revere Jumpsuit Apparatus - Nearly Witches      Here I am, composing of burlesque,   Out of where they rest their necks,   Sunken in the splintered cradles      And ramshackle ants,   They ask for it, as a boy,   I eat my wishes on golden toothpicks   and digested them with wolf intestines      I fell from the heavens,   As a fetish blessed with an operatic skeleton   And as the stars watch me descend,   I crack the family tree and,   Chopped off all of the branches      I fell from the heavens,   As a fetish blessed with an operatic skeleton   And as the stars watch me descend,   I crack the family tree and,   Chopped off all of the branches