I like a child made of wind,
it's all I have.
A jungle juice to shape my blood,
it's all I need.
A car full of old food,
fat, Ramesson, Romulus.
Four,
nine,
four,
seven,
six,
time when she's gone is thrown out of joint.
A see-through bridge I crossed,
sunk in my sleep.
Now my freedom is just the meal of some twisted fish.
Orals lead you round, this power sees us crown.
So say what's your poison, time when she's
gone is thrown out of joint.
Slashing the ground as teeth beat,
I'm about to scum.
A crock's on the brunt of its bank,
who's gonna take the fall?
I'll wait with you on
the other side for better taste to come.
Right on the edge of mournful moonshine falls.
Got a winter coat of wool to hide my eyes.
And a well-sparked cactus jack that never lies.
A springtime never saved so far,
but one without love.
Whatever be our time when she's gone is thrown out of joint.
Slashing the ground as teeth beat,
I'm about to scum.
A crock's on the brunt of its bank,
who's gonna take the fall?
I'll wait with you on the other side for better taste to come.
Right on the edge of mournful moonshine falls.