Is this silly paragon a marvel or a stain A fixture for the ages or a link of spoiled chain The ultra-modern statement of abominable crime In every nervous etching of its swaggering design
Mother says my baby boy was born to be a star She doesn't know that every night he stiffs the reservoir Churning out a fiction of ingenious for the kids How vermin learn to live in places life itself forbids
I see hours of battered time Not for yours, I miss of mine I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale I see sexual provocation, without any inclination Of a history derailed I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale
Now whats to come of Johnny in the autumn of his years The faulty institutions have the spiritless revered Ordinary dabble for the stationary buyer A song of slick vanilla sing the toxic-pigeon choir
Peddler and poacher prove the very best of friends Associating produce to appropriated trends The cat is always hungry, that's just how he got so fat “I think I hear a rattle snake, think I smell a rat”
I see hours of battered time Not of yours, I miss of mine I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale I see sexual provocation, without any inclination Of a history derailed I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a tale I see a rat without a taleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
