Paroles de Fairy Tale
Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower dust......ooooh, he's...Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny dummy.
Fingers through the jail bars tickle tickle
His home was a magic prairie, teeming with a symphony of bugs...and
Cougars, penguins, froggies, cheetahs, all was
Covered by a lazy fog & stolen via coup d'?t, there's only one faint hope
Sprinkle your love
It's a fairy tale of a privileged man
Who when he saw it was a war-torn land
The sweet guilt hormone flooded out of his glands
Drowning in dogma - And the Non-Profit Scam!
Flick of a wand, federal
wizards - burned his - apple - wings to -
carmel - crisps and - melted - dreams -
their sugar cross and his sweet sweet guilt whispered "tend to the poor"
that they may fight
Wars to win hearts, minds and oil
The nation's blackest cauldrons boil
A spell a smokescreen bandaid scam
Perpetuates this filthy land
He felt it pump his heart
He felt it drive his car A suffocating contrast - self-loathing and self-worship
Until a bare leg through his cell window
tickled it right out of his young skull
Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny dummy.
When she emerged from her dandelion hut the fog cleared a small space in the backyard
Wrestling match in the carrot patch. Screamed no tickling no tickling. They rolled over a glowing light
two quaint portals - 1 pink and 1 green - she covered him in pollen and cream
allergy ecstasy - sleeping veins needles pins - sneezing fit laughing fit - waking from a dream.
Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny dummy.
Fingers through the jail bars tickle tickle
His home was a magic prairie, teeming with a symphony of bugs...and
Cougars, penguins, froggies, cheetahs, all was
Covered by a lazy fog & stolen via coup d'?t, there's only one faint hope
It's a fairy tale of a privileged man
Who when he saw it was a war-torn land
The sweet guilt hormone flooded out of his glands
Drowning in dogma - And the Non-Profit Scam!
Flick of a wand, federal
wizards - burned his - apple - wings to -
carmel - crisps and - melted - dreams -
their sugar cross and his sweet sweet guilt whispered "tend to the poor"
that they may fight
Wars to win hearts, minds and oil
The nation's blackest cauldrons boil
A spell a smokescreen bandaid scam
Perpetuates this filthy land
He felt it pump his heart
He felt it drive his car A suffocating contrast - self-loathing and self-worship
Until a bare leg through his cell window
tickled it right out of his young skull
Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny dummy.
When she emerged from her dandelion hut the fog cleared a small space in the backyard
Wrestling match in the carrot patch. Screamed no tickling no tickling. They rolled over a glowing light
two quaint portals - 1 pink and 1 green - she covered him in pollen and cream
allergy ecstasy - sleeping veins needles pins - sneezing fit laughing fit - waking from a dream.
Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny dummy.
Fingers through the jail bars tickle tickle
His home was a magic prairie, teeming with a symphony of bugs...and
Cougars, penguins, froggies, cheetahs, all was
Covered by a lazy fog & stolen via coup d'?t, there's only one faint hope
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