Greek Street Freak suite I'll moonbathe on your grassy banks Walk the ever endless planks Of screwing you
Electric trees and photographs Of mummy's one-time blue-eyed one In birthday suit and tinsel bristols Oh what exclamation marks The difference of their lives Running unseen down the years and tears Everyone has fallen
Greek Street Freak suite One hand clapping To the sound of no feet tapping Jing-a-ling a neon desert storm of tin can shabbiness Poison like second-hand confetti sharing hollowness Cigarettes and lipstick, cakey makeup Natter happy flattering Newcastle brown, thistle down, floating round Floating round Floating round
Won't you come with me? I'm going to Soho To float like a yoyo As stoned as I don't know what hit me Today is forever
Won't you ask if you can play And we'll roll in the hay Smoke all day Drag the world down on top of us Raving away
Won't you come with me? We'll all sing together Fade into the canvas of colour In every brush-stroke of picture We're paintingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
