Peacock Skeleton with Crooked Feathers

The sea shakes like an empty maraca, yeah

I know I know I know I know

And she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinkin'?

I know I know I know I know

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing

Every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?

Hey Peacock?

What's that?

I just want to know what your feathers are made out of

Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those)

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt

I know I know I know I know

You smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts

I know I know I know I know

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull

Police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?

Hey Peacock?

Now, what's that?

I just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of

Is it flies or cries or straw?

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

Which peacock's police? Which peacock is thief?

If machine guns come knock, knock, knockin'

Who's cashin' out your bad luck?

If wedding bells sound like death knells baby

Is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?

If tuxedos slither off corpses

And copulate wild on wedding cake

And the priest starts snappin' photos?

There's a peacock on your shoulder

Pole dancin' around your neck

While reciting the Book of Revelation

So who do you love? Who do you trust?

When your friends take a match to your front lawn?

A panicked face makes the peacock proud

So who do you love? Who do you trust?

Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?

A panicked face makes the peacock proud

If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?

I know I know I know I know

Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?

And I know, I know, I know, I know

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If you strike for better wages at the cola factory

And they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?

Hey, Peacock?

Hey, what's that?

I just wanna know what his blood tasted like

Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those)

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If machine guns come knock, knock, knockin'

Who's cashin' out your bad luck?

If wedding bells sound like death knells, baby

Is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?

If tuxedos slither off corpses

And copulate wild on wedding cake

And the priest starts snappin' photos?

There's a peacock on your shoulder

Pole dancin' around your neck

While reciting the Book of Revelation

Things are never what they seem, the peacocks static melodies

So who do you love? Who do you trust?

When your friends take a match to your front lawn?

A panicked face makes the peacock proud

So who do you love? Who do you trust?

Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?

A panicked face makes the peacock proud