The golden pharaoh is on the road again The cat is scratching at the door In the other room Grandpa’s singing Nintendo comes on channel four An old cassette tape of Dr. King speaking A broken Walkman on the floor A heap of warm embraces That don’t fit me anymore Oh, what a cluttered mind Oh, what a cluttered mind
The rusty barrel gathers the rainfall The broom is thrashing the floor Grandma says her hands are aching The tracking of a storm A bee takes shelter in the window Soon there’s hundreds more I can see their wings beating I can feel them swarm Oh, what a cluttered mind Oh, what a cluttered mind Yeah, oh, oh, what a cluttered mind Oh, what a cluttered mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
