A safe pair of hands A reason to stand Some guns to stick to Rational demands
Come on now ladies They won't fertilise themselves Get into the ball game Let's clear those shelves
That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Like Wily Coyote As if the fall wasn't enough Those bastards from Acme They got more nasty stuff
Salt in my wounds Sticking in the boot We're all bulimic But keep forgetting to puke
That's what I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Chalk it up, and write it down
The hand of history is clawing at my back The Iron Fist of she cuping at my sack
Grip is tightening My voice is heightening This orange alert is beginning to crack
That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Chalk it up, and write it downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
