Wonder where that plane is leading to Wonder where that boat will ever stop Wonder if this path I am treading Will disappear and let me drop Down to
Transcribed by Reverend Daimeyon T. Straynge Fuck you, I win this prize Stardom pardons the lies The miles, the minutes passing by My window (Yeah
You clamber up and look behind Their watchful eyes, the helping hands A hen that's fierce and painted blue With red eyes wants to swallow you A dragon
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence
Come take this hand at twilight's door I'll meet you there we'll share the moonlit floor Through the driving rain, colors run in veins Ozone fills the
Harmful elements in the air Symbols clashing everywhere Reaps the fields of rice and reeds While the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water An
The day drags by like a wounded animal The approaching disease, 92 degrees The blood in our veins and the brains in our head The approaching unease, 92
Weaving in his basket chair 'Twist you round a lock of hair Made of straw, the wicker man Made of straw, I'll blow your house down Bishops falling from
This is what she saw The unsuspecting horse was held fast to the ground Whilst some soldiers slit open its belly The guilty gypsy was shoved inside
Following desire in your eyes You're mine, you're mine all mine Following the signs in your mind You're mine, you're mine, all mine Bring me the head
Sickly sweet, his poison seeks For the young ones who don't understand the danger in his hands With a jaundiced wink see his cunning slink Oh, trust in
Someones in cold storage Seeking Heinz main-courses Craving for a raw love He'll hide you from the cleaver He'll hang with you forever Longing for a fresh
Oh, the air was shining Shining like a wedding ring Barbed like sex, I felt 10,000 volts My chest was full of eels Pushing through my usual skin I opened
Troubled weather's on its way Tempests threaten us today There's no respite from long dark nights Just the fantasy of spring From the hailstones of summer
She hates the man and he hates the man Because something strong inside Has been denied them But not him, oh, not him He hates the girl and she hates
Water was running, children were running You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares shrine? But
Here in my cot where my cot loves me I'll stay here a while in the cotton wool cocoon Till the Chrysalis is ripe, till the time is right With this feeling
Cry for the bird with broken wings Cry for the world that will not spin Cry for the loss of innocence Cry for a love, turned loveless Sometimes I think
