Madwoman in the rushes attaches yellow eyelashes Wilted flowers in her blonde hair, empty quotes in her thin prayer She got onto black Land Rover and raced off into a clover With her universal lover and his guns, well but moreover Undercover plays your blues looking for a man to use You may trust her, you may yelp too – nobody is gonna help you Now you know what's going on so don't care about the news
Blockhead went off by his shoe. Freak-fighter is teaching you How to live with just one purpose: not to be socially worthless How to sit around and mope, insulate a homegrown dope How to be a culdoscope, how to pick up falling soap How to swagger “anti-raped”, how to speak with a smile innate “There is no need to think of you, I am not the God to love you” Scrap collector looks at mate like into the painted gate
Infant in slippery blanket without mother the cool young cat Tangled up like Gordian knot waiting for another shot Her motto: “Love and be mad – I'm a Venus in my bed Listen what religion said or take mercury instead” Anyway her son on sled with a big black leopard hat Spending every night in red room on her pink feather quilt abloom But when the masochist left he was swimming in blood sad
Oh the customs, oh the times – wait for every sound of chimes Let the golden horn resound ‘till cetaceans have a spawn Let them build sidewalks to run, let them clean manholes for fun Tell them truth as joke or pun, have no gal before your mom Don't believe authority, find the right door for your key Better don't lurk like a kettle, keep your liver in fine fettle ‘Cause someday society ‘ll send you to majorityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
