And then, and then And so, and life And see, and look I mean like me and feel And fly, and go I mean like you and where And who and how And there and
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis was missing again This happens all the time It's detachable This comes in handy a lot of the
I could be here I could be in a salad I could be out of town I could be in paradise I could be anywhere I could be anywhere I could be near the refrigerator
Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested "There is no rope", he would scream at the laughing walls There is only the end, no hope, no
Hey hey, look at me Hey hey, I'm Phillip glass Hey, look at me over here Hey hey hey, Einstein Hey, get off the beach Hey Einstein, hey hey look Hey hey
It's so beautiful here The swallows are swinging and swaying Sweetly tweeting in the fruit trees Sparrows hip-hop into my hands And somehow I hold them
In this happy sing-song hell hole In this torture house of glee In this perfect playpen prison There's so much to do and see On this euthanasia morning
Why don't you write me Call me on the phone Say Western Union You can find me home I say, I'm sorry I said, I'm sorry You know I bled you Led you on
I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like I want to be just like all the different people I have no further interest in being the
This ones called Martin Scorsese He makes the best fuckin' films He makes the best fuckin' films If I ever meet him I'm gonna grab his fuckin' neck and
Bassinets, clarinets, proletarian chariots Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi-glass cathedrals Anxious daffodils falling off the window sill But better still
Holy, holy, holy, holy All is holy in the sink In the sinking all is holy Holy, holy down the sink Holy sinking, sinking down the hole Holy, holy sinking
Take me home, take me home Take me home and tie me up 'Cuz you're the one my body's been waiting, aching for You're the one I need in my darkest hour
And so the very evil children Took the dog out to play in the park Then they took him home And refused to set him on fire They were evil, evil, evil
Clinging to the end of time Crawling stairs, climbing floors Pretend it's such a desperate situation Falling leaves of abstinence Listening in to glistening
Tercüme: King Missile. Happy Hour.
