The dented can kids, the day-old bread kids The pie-faced fat kid, fat face Ain't no bigger than a horse fly in line to be baptized The un-wised outwit always
Like a bubbling cauldron that's swallowing all men You better get the banker, get the type "A" Ain't nobody that's inclined if you pray at bed time They ain't going back to your birthday
And I should have warned you But I've had a little time to make some enemies And I should have warned you But I've had a little time to make some enemies
God, you gave them eyes but they can't see The open legs are open arteries Who's blood is this darling? Are you bleeding?
And oh the river, it damps you, oh the drugs, how they cramp you How your programmer's program pranked you And if you fail, you will still live 'cause nooses can give The pistols jam on you still
And the water is sluicing, it's clearly no use in Dyin' in the back of father's chalet We're stuffing dimes in your dimples, how the drivels can dribble We ain't going back to your birthday
And I should have warned you But I've had a little time to make some enemies
God you gave them lips but they still speak Of nothing less than the odious things And all that portly cargo They're still schleppingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
