Trudging through the morning, the tramp with the trampoline
under his arm, shifts past your whiskers so
stark is the charm but the barking alarm waits
coiled till 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 till the muck goes dry
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and
cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
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 leg gets caught
Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for the
reasonably frightening fall from the aftertaste
You'll have to slip away, I'm unhappy to say,
behold as 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
Guitar (With heavy distortion):
E ----------------------------------------
B ----------------------------------------
cruelly with the base of the 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
She was gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and
cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
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~ Vibrato