When the house lights all go dark Shuffle on down to the park Spent stars in the winter sky Days of refuge in short supply
All your parasites climb aboard All your vagabonds praise the lord
When the compost pile grows high Climb to the top if I try Long hauled truckers still wide awake Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake
All your garbage trucks to the curb True sons of the living word
Try not to get stuck in the intake vent Grow fat and grow old and grow blind and be content
All your pack dogs have your say Let me just find my own way Moon in the trees my guide Walk with my jaw hinged wide
Once more unto the breach Safe in the spots that the light can't reachTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
