Текст песни
Trudging through the morning and the tramp
with the trampoline under his arm,
shifts past your whiskers so stark is the charm
but the barking alarm waits coiled until the corner is turned
And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round
in your muddy mind blatantly caked and unwilling to wind
uncooperative time so he sits on the springs until the muck goes dry
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill fitting thoughts
And twilight forced you to go on a walk,
your legs start running and your head gets caught
Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for the reasonably
frightening fall from the aftertaste
You'll have to slip away I am unhappy to say,
behold is the crook in the hammock plays
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
Behold there's a crook in the hammock plays
cruelly with the base of the scales
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
Cruelly with the base and the scales
And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
