His eyes are blistered from the dog Red and swollen from the petting Through admitting to a bed it's all so upsetting
A shelter for the cut and burned All those limbs gone black with bruise A box to help him pass the wait Toys that he can learn to use
We peddle to our young because pretend is fun The greatest form of flattery in wind up, or with batteries
In the centre through the trees From the tele to the nation Picking sides amongst the leaves It's just simulation Go on collect your rounds At suppertime declare the winner In automatics for the children Even dead do dinner
We peddle to our young because pretend is fun The greatest form of flattery in wind up or with batteriesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
