Trudging through the morning,
And the tramp with the trampoline under his arm,
Shifts past your whiskers,
So stark is the charm but the barking alarm,
waits coiled until the corner is turned.
And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round,
In your muddy mind,
Blatantly caked and unwilling to wind uncooperative time,
So he sits on the springs until the muck goes dry
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the...
What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill fitting thoughts,
And twilight forced you to go on a walk,
Your legs start running and your head gets caught.
Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening fall from the aftertaste,
you'll have to slip away I am unhappy to say,
Behold is the crook in the hammock plays...
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall...
Behold there's a crook in the hammock plays,
Cruelly with the base of scales
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp,
Cruelly with the base and the scales,
And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
You were gagged, bound and crafting a tale,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comAll the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall.