Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd To feed the farmer whose Cadaver's filled with onion rings And feet are filled with glue Now sinister exaggerator What's your claim to fame? Is still your favorite Ferlingetti Found in Auntie Maim? Your alter life is superceded Only from above Your hear is like a silken sponge That calls saliva love Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
