Right now if we wait

For the opportunity

Then we would see

The sun is reversing



Ah, plasticine walls forever

And overly happy

With your aloof scene

Go off the ledge to snow

Wish them good night



Oh gorgeous madman

You are illuminated



Ah, if he preached

The words they beat on

And ignored him

With their moral in lust

Whose four-inch dagger

Blind your mother's eye to stop



Oooh, are you ugly

Silly boys love you



Yeah, sit up

They're armed with hooks

They'll harm her

You're smashed with Ignace



Hark and enamour me

May I survive?

Oh, Sir Army Suit

You're psychic