Talitha Cumi had the time of her life Thrashing away to the sound of The Lathe Of Doom In the repurposed machine shop
Hertis Rote flew in from the coast Sampled the wares, drank from the tap, and snaked all your friends In a bid to fit in
Just to know that in theory You can hear me Though in fact you don't Is all I need
Oaker Ruiksleg in the triumphal car Appreciate the beauty of outsider art While sycophants burn in lithium fire
Sugar Mountain was imagining a space Sending a link of aesthetic graves To his array of disappointing nephews
Wouldn't you rather wipe the sweat from your brow Than have them knock it off?
Just to know in theory You can hear me Though in fact you don't Is all I need
Let's tip the creator Let's tip the creator Enriching our lives, wasting away, oh such a shame Let's tip the creator Let's tip the creator All of our lives, wasting away, oh such a shame Let's tip the creator Let's tip the creator Let's tip the creatorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
