We stole from th' Blacks
But gave it back...
Boys took from Zeppelins
Happens in the place
Kintu space, relax
Tightyspeckled harlequins
Uprooted spades grace
Got to say
My life has purpose
Now mine are few
How can it relay
My humble ring of circus
Err it's not strictly you
When you have no sense
What you have
Cuts the core
Then you have new sense
What you have
Wills it more
Ancient bung beetles ten
Cow tongue slowly
Left, right and complete
Meet heedless men
Solar strangers holy
Brand new feet
Mind Games is only worth playing
Jackelopes radio for scraps
Well John stares
Being asked somehow staying
hard pounded to the salty taps
Bright glitterlight mirrorless cares
Meet of the feet
and push repeat
push repeat
push repeat
push repeat
Push repeat
What it sounds like.
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