I used to think it black while at my country seat Now I'm peaking in so many ways the gloom is in retreat Yes the dark epoch is over I've found my efeblum Then passed Ernst's mausoleum defended by a rook Who shot a look so virulent it pierced me like a hook The palaver of Solipsists exploding in my skull Yeah and we both despise all of the academic swine Who made the author of "Discus Ulysses" benign So what if Wednesday finds us wearing rabies parachutes Foaming like the melodies of sea foam fairy flutes The atmosphere is viscous we're sticking to the brine When the lanterns fill with finches so begins the brawl Cause their brains are like porcupines and mine's a paper ball I know they don't understand they don't get us at all Their moss mangles polyanthus and mine's a paper ballTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
