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Artiste:
Fall (The)
Titre:
Garden
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The first god had in his garden From the back looked like a household pet When it twirled round was revealed to be A three-legged, black-grey hog See what flows From his mushy pen Garden, garden That person is films on TV Five years back at least He's the young generation dancing troupe Trying to perform country and western Dance here Never since birth not eaten in a day Never since courtship stayed up some nights He had a Kingdom Of Evil book under a German history book He was contrite like that See what flows From his slushy pen Garden, garden Small, small location on huge covenant Sodomized by presumption Crook traitor past revealed at last Godzone, godzone (Jacob's ladder) Godzone, godzone
Books can be erased. This entails explosive charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every windowsill in close proximity to my ears. When phones ring and are inconvenient to the ears, I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and ignore it. I got the idea from a book. Yours sincerely, Mr. Reg Varney. The same thing could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largest resource. His ferry stopped at the pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a... Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun, shotgun Shotgun, shotgun Shotgun, shotgun The best firms advertise the least The second god lived by fountains that flowed By the blue shiny lit roads Had forgot what others still tried to grasp He knew the evil of the phone He knew the evil of the phone The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose He's here He's here at last I saw him, I swear He's on the second floor Up the brown baize lift shaft He's here He's here at last I saw him, I swear A Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike-ah He's here I saw him, I swear Up the brown baize lift shaft Jew on a motorbike Jew on a motorbike A Jew on a motorbike Jew on a motorbike