A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash

A ghost girl and a bulldog are whittling myflash

In the kitchen of birds sits a wicked child's cat

But the unbated vicar of scorched earth knows that

And flash is not easy to capture just outright

But there if you fight for it - like broads in daylight

Say it with angel dust - sprinkle it fat

A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash

But the unbated vicar of scorched earth knows that