Tycho Brahe - Dislocation lyrics

This dislocation I feel Is so very real The soup of the day Is losing appeal But was it something I said Or something you ate? The service 'round here Is so second rate The hunger is gone The hour is late If heaven is here Then heaven can wait I'm driving you home And you're such a tease You're pleasure retarded You do as you please Travestites are made of this I look in your eyes There is something amiss Travestites are made of this I look in your eyes You're a stranger to kiss I look in your eyes You're a stranger to kiss