jean cocteau is covered in butter   the ghosts of cappucino and zaza hover   in the hallway where the devil and his lover   beg you for change on the slide   there's nothing really like a french blues   blown by an unknown soldier in you   to all your regrets and you rouse   i'll meet you down there when i try      and do you ever wonder where you go when you die?   emile's vietnam in the sky      well i'd take better care of your heart   you'll be opening a swiss bank account   let go, it's over now, play your part   you'll be swinging those milk clouds on high      and do you ever wonder where you go when you die?   emile's vietnam in the sky