The emotion in a stomach acid Is equal to the depth of Albert's eyes And all of the equations that were mastered Belong to average ordinary life Yeah
When wooden horses were in use I would have built one And left it for you Yeah but I wanted to know Yeah I wanted to know How much are you? How much
Mew mew, squawk squawk, Mew mew, squawk squawk, Mew mew, squawk squawk, Mew mew, squawk squawk, Mew mew, squawk squawk, Mew mew, squawk squawk
Oh Fyodor you are the most attractive man Oh Fyodor you are the most attractive man I know your Russian heart is strong and has been bleeding for too
We've been away for so long now Found out life's coming back somehow Over Bohemia and Moravia We came from very far away And while we kept on saying
Jesus the weather was so good today But I believe a change is on the way And a little electricity won't hurt And no a little electricity won't hurt Especially
Flow to Rotherhithe, I felt the lapping of an ebbing tide Oh the heavy water how it enfolds The salt, the spray, the gorgeous undertow Always, always, always the sea
Fakir sat down on his carpet, mysteriously grumbling The crowd began to throw him money, and angrily snarling He was like a mummy, and he stood up when
Welcoming the cool rain in of the astounding dawn Watch the birds hovering over Narrow Moor In deeper lines of deeper sleep, into the Tumuli All the
Who's a little Caesar Taking all the world Who's a little Caesar Breaking all the records Who's a little Caesar Who's a little Caesar Who's a little
Jesus fucking Christ, oh god no! From the moment that you realise Most of this ain't real To the moment that you decide Shall we go out tonight And we
Underneath the table is a truss, key A map marked where you're due But you better look out Oh garde bien mon dure It's time to make your final escape
The aged boys and the deceased Are asking now for their reprieve They're building things with wood and wire See them now before they expire Gotta listen
One sunny morning The preacher went a'hunting He carried along his shotgun And along came a grey goose Gun went a'boom-boom And down come the grey goose
Don't you wanna be a bird? Don't you wanna sing and fly? Don't you wanna even try now? Don't you wanna even try? Don't you wanna be a bird? (Don't you
I'm leaving here Getting out of this place Leaving here Getting out of this place Only certain kinds of people Can take these things Get up in the morning
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Down from the ceiling Leaks a great noise It drips on my head through a hole in the roof Behind these two hills here There's a pool And when I'm swimming
