He sees branches Bearing blossoms He sees baskets Birds and possums He sees oceans Belching bossies
Someone's head is on a stick Pecked by blue birds that are sick Black bovine enemies eat Fat friends that have become meat Fowl fat free kernels of corn Eat their own as they are born The king's dream screams to be heard But all I could say were these words: A mad mouth feeds only on greed Wise eyes see nothing but needTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
