Tercüme: Peter Hammill. Çiçek yetiştirme yeteneği.
us comin' through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was puttin' Peter Pan
toy or another How do we do it? Yo, go ask your mother The freak need us, beat leaders Let me tell you somethin? You ain't heard nuttin this funky, Peter
Cadillac Hit the block on some new ten thousand dollar rims Can't explain how I feel, touch the gator on the wheel Got peanut butter ice cream peter
?ma fix it I swear I?ma fix it I swear yo you better beware Rich boy kill his own wife knocks her teeth out cuts her fingers off than escape with a suicide
Peter's pecker picked another pickle bearing pussy pepper Peter's pecker picked another pickle bearing pussy pepper, why? Meeting John Dale's Jr.winked
kept ringing, there's no one home Ran to his house, rapped on my window, ooh Blood was pumping much too fast I stuck my fingers through the glass Strange
slacker's hand My afternoon's remote control, daydream milk and genocide Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies Butter knife in your side What I got I got for free, middle finger
I'm like, Thomas doubting Fingers routing the scars in your wrists and side Touching flesh will make my mind believe But I want to be, like David Throw
, she just wanders around Unaffected by the winter winds and she'll pretend That she's somewhere else, so far and clear About two thousand miles from here Peter
snoozin' Stop actin' like it's me losin, peep my modern day Pompeii on city streets, the sun pack heat in Hell's Kitchen Time to get money finger itchin
in the water. Barely I'll do anything to stay afloat Even swallow Co2 cartriges But I didn't come out here to talk about sports I really, I came out here, Peter
you'll never find a Bet you'll never find a better man Making my love like a shining star Taking my love just a touch too far Peter met Frank formed
, mit raps so soft wie el debarge,wir blasen euch den marsch wie ernst mosch,wir bohren uns in euer hirn mit zungen wie schlagbohrer von bosch,mit joint wie peter
Close my door Close my eyes Press my fingers to the glass Why does November drag its heels when October never seems to last? The television tells us
