They fell out in to the navy night, With smiles of stone, Walking down roads that glittered, With winter light and snow,
Linking thin arms, they swam the sea, a soul sea, Gleefully cackling, bitter and twisted, Burning like golden rings, It was the burning of the bright, young things.
Not a penny on them, but they had expensive needs, Flying down hot city streets, Country and the City mouse, Found an old Dutch pancake house, ordered a plate of syrupy lies,
Yeah they ate them all up and licked the plate dry. Ordered eight, left without paying, Syrupy, syrupy lies,
Ran down the streets with pancake gods saying, “We can see your guilty, guilty eyes.” Tonight a pancake thief dies.
Run as fast as you can, run as fast as you can, Run as fast as you can, as fast as you can, As fast as you can.
Because pancake karma is coming for you, Pancake karma is coming for you. Drunk kids never pay for food, Gives the gods a foul mood, Pancake karma is come, is coming for you.
Sleepy when drink the magical wind(?), Parting winds of the bright things, Split them apart, cement on their wake, To places where the pancake gods wait,
One got lost and ended up in Leighton Stone, Other missed the train, or lost his wallet, man bag, and his phone, 60 pounds spent on a black cab, All the way back home, all the way back home. Oh, all the way back home.
Gods chirped, “Oh, you’re not so smug anymore.” Karma kicked your butt real good. And next time you try making a runner for the door, Don’t be tight, just pay for your food.
Run as fast as you can, run as fast as you can, Run as fast as you can, as fast as you can. As fast as you can.
Because pancake karma is coming for you, Pancake karma will always ring true, Drunk kids never pay for food, Gives the pancake gods a foul mood, Pancake karma is come, is come, is coming for you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
