Wishing for money is a man growing old and he Breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary Winning hand in hand Michael Miles plays a game for
Cancel my lowness with a high So here we go Caught in arrears with your different ideas And I'm saving all my troubles in my Deceptive calendar mind It
Jenny's bed is nailed to the floor Black dog, tumble-weed, white dress Play whistley wireless happy Fireworks under her pillow Cold girl and deadness
Wimping out for baby god No grudge nothing not even fear Only he was a lamb Nurse his hate hand he cut it on a jag Oh spotty Sallys army All win they
I cannot cannot play today My mummy said something in his face I wanna try my action man But I got to service space Doesn't set the tower clean Stand
"What's there to lose?" Said the General Selling our dead meat by the pound Accidents of existence Will make us all feel duty bound To send along their
She lived among hubbering flights and sparks She breathed them in they nested in her ears Life is toying with bringing back again The tool that planes
Any real egg has a shell has a shell an egg So break it killer fisty Killer fisty beat his head The watching everytime beats playing of every kind And
Same thing everyone doing thee And don't even know if it's been planned They will attack and kill Don't even think about it Not one of us, not one of
Loves smell for the stench of honey Easy life and love for money Violent shrieking sirens of warning Aeroplanes up in the evening We split a wing of
Wounded spawn from our devils open sore Was even more bloody than before Said "Don't you get me! Don't you spoil the air with all your craziness! Don'
Squalor is at large in tidy suburbia Filth and dirt abound in every corner yes Things left on the floor Abandoned foodstuffs and things left on the floor
He shone down the stairs Careful sun day when he can Move anything with his eyes He wants to be the leader of the skies Aims to see the starry sky with
When is it good or not good To perceive a petrifying life Or to solving a problem that's Here tomorrow gone today "I am a worthy subject" Says one person
Duck tells me I must look a treat I look my best so I tell him Scrub me head and feet, make me nice and neat I'm a different man so they say Ha ha ha
At the plate staring and He's left with so much on the side If it comes alive Shift with spoony fork and knife Break it, walk, safety away from strife
Digging to grow bigger Jim prove himself worthy to a perfect nation Michael could be the same Hair by hair he will yang out the vicious horses tail He
One day, in a different way I Will give myself a roll In this petrifying life Walking and breathing water Will never be the same Try a new scheme A mans
