She gropes the midget's dick with her lobster claw The Devil disappeared into the monster's maw A damsel in distress dissected with a saw I always thought I was a seer, but now I've seen it all.
Now I lay me down to sleep, caught high and by the deep Script to the sea wall, three sheets to the wind Twenty-three beers and a bottle of gin.
The bearded lady beckons to the billy goats You musn't be afeared because down here we float Jesus weeps a sea when the devil gloats Ophelia will surface when at last she bloats
Oh, now I lay me down to sleep, caught high and by the deep Script to the sea wall, three sheets to the wind Twenty-three beers and a bottle of gin.
He flinched and flicked his wits into the ashtray heart The world war is over with before it starts The horses can't go forward if they're behind the cart The web the spider spins is a work of art.
Now I lay me down to sleep, caught high and by the deep Script to the sea wall, three sheets to the wind Twenty-three beers and a bottle of gin.
Now I lay me down to sleep, caught high and by the deep Script to the sea wall, three sheets to the wind Twenty-three beers and a bottle of gin. Twenty-three beers and a bottle of gin.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
