No horizon is obscured by the clouds Settlements make nary a sound And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea While the bells of
Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire! Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir. Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene While
Did you not grant quarter to the daemon Giving treatment to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural To be born outside the womb? We eagerly
There are women in Cypress Grove And if they catch you, you don't go home So get to booking and don't look back A one way ticket on a two way track Two
The leather soles go shufflin' in Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin Now who will toast our noble host Who has this mornin' given up the ghost? The wooden
Daedalus, your child is falling And the Labyrinth is calling Renegade heaps, humanity abandoned Bower of the vowels, you lit them and fanned them Mercury
Born with a mustache and a supernova Tossed off the cliffs of Dover Washed up on a far away shore in the arms Of the daughter of the Buffalo Mama said
Warmed up my motor, swindled the promoter Took the lunatic for a ride And a little voice said inside my head Said, "Rosemary baby, I got the thyme" Suffering
I see that lantern trimmed Low burning in our home And though I feel like crying I swear tonight, I'll cry no more How many times have I prayed That
When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone
Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands
Please allow me to adjust my pants So that I may dance the good time dance And put the onlookers And innocent bystanders into a trance Give disease so
*Ask Oslo.*
I'll march no longer I'll fight no more You can send out all the track snivelers But I'm done with war Wind him up, bring him back Conscript, deserter
Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb? We eagerly
No horizon is obscured by the clouds. Settlements make nary a sound. And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea. While the bells
Well, all right. There are women in Cypress Grove And if they catch you, you don't go home So get to booking and don't look back A one way ticket on
