Lyrics of The aerie (the cheap coney fuckheap slimey)

Phantom: i am sitting on the aerie (aerie)
I like it on the aerie where i can sit in the feathery waste
I have no taste (no taste)

I am a disgrace
I am ashamed
I am this place
I have no face

Coney island ho 1: you are the lord of the steaming shit pile!
Coney island ho 2: you are the emperor of the writhing mass of
The plastic slum!

Phantom: yes that is correct
I am the very piss staining the rancid walls
I am the wandering hair on the floor
I am he
The one
Lord of all
King of glory
Almighty waltz-making shit

(almighty waltz-making shit! shit!)

Coney island ho 1: though you are a screaming, drug addicted, shrieking, wailing, writhing pimped mentalist-
Coney island ho 2: the drifting, gliding, superior bitch-woman ran back to you!! you!

(him! him!)

Phantom: yes indeedy, phantom-tum-tum-time
Time for fun
Phantumtumtumtum-tummy-time

(starts scraping at the aerie like a demented oversized hairy chicken that can't even see beyond its fringe)

Oh yeah
We gonna funky soul freak out
Who's bad?
(very straight english accent) who is bad? who is he? who is bad? the phantum.

The phantum.

The phantum.

Phantom: i am the almighty keeper of the music
Music grovels like a disease-ridden half-naked rodent
Before my glorious almighty decrepit face that falls off whenever i see christine

I will never say never
I will never ever ever ever ever die
Love never dies
Love forever
All for me
Mine
Me
All for me
Its all mine
Phanfun

(the phantum collapses, completely and absolutely seized by a fit)

(the corney island hos circle him, walking in a very slow circle)

(deathly organ music)