Georgie Borge was a lemming and All the others laughed at him He couldn't draw a single picture and He hadn't a single friend No room for you, look at you A moment-here-tarily disfigured Planking through this varied state Aware, the dawn, approaching, slithering along Shifting just like his plates Your golden days have past Enjoy this while it lasts Oh, what a joy it is t see you here A marvel only unto not his mother but himself He left the tree and so left her There's only so much one can truly do As only Georgie can tеll Georgie nevеr played with metal Only whittling his wood Smoked his mind out early Much more sooner than he should The paradox of one who spun himself out Every time he could A cryptic kind of mirror Missing pages from his book Georgie was a termite Small and beady in his hell Only so much one can do As only Georgie can tell Take it away George Out in the yonder Scared of all he sees I can fill the ocean With a single night of dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
