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• Artiste: Daddy's Hands
• Titre: Strangled Planets
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I have to wear my helmet to the strangled planet I don't want to go I don't want to go It's never what you are, it's what you wear In the tangled carcass of the billboard monkey I don't want to go But when I do I have to wear my brand new helmet Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial Everyone's afraid to make friends God knows there isn't time Where have I been? Drunk of the glare of my skinny tim sin zoltan! zoltan! In folding human hope I wrote the final earthling joke: Waiter, there's a contest in my soup But I'm so sick of talking about you So what up when I've got the conch Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial Everyone's afraid to make friends God knows there isn't time I have to wear my helmet