Emile's Vietnam In The Sky Lyrics - Ash Wednesday - Elvis Perkins

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 Sswiss bank account 

Let go, it's over now, play your part 

You'll be swinging those milk clouds on high