I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land
Surplus people with hairy little hands
Can it boys and strike up the army band
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets
How did it feel?
How did it feel?
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
Firey pianos washed up on a foggy coast
Squeeky little organs have given up the ghost
Fry them up and cure the piano birds
There's creeky little organs burning on the coast
How did it feel?
How did it feel?
I can't seem to breathe, with a rusted little heart
I can't seem to see, through solid marble eyes