Gold sun rolls around Chocolate nipple brown Tumble from your arms Like the ground your breasts swell Land awake from sleep Hares will kick and leap Flowers
Tending my fruit, tending my fruit Ah, you've got to have a hobby A man must have a shed to keep him sane Spraying my buds, spraying my buds Got to keep
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Let us talk about some trivial things we like A bit of this and that Let's chew the fat Pour ourselves a glass of stout And let our Rael Brook shirts
Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman He wants to make you his bride Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman Forever to him
See the flowers round the altar See the peaches in tins 'neath the headmaster's chair Harvest festival See the two who've been chosen See them walk hand
And I may as well wish for the moon in hand I own this river, I own this town All of its climbers and its winos sliding down But I can't own her and
Knights in shining karma Tend your flame And with love for armour They'll remain Ever by your bed Guarding, still sleeping Shield your soul from this
The last balloon is leaving, the last balloon from fear The last balloon is leaving, form that line right here Climb aboard, climb aboard you menfolk
Heeeey! I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus Take a packet of seeds, take yourself out to
Kid, stay and snip your cord off, talk and let your mind loose, can't all think like Chekov but you'll be O.K. Kid is this your first time here? Some
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers, nurses, queens and drones. Wish they'd leave my head tonight, let me rest my bones. (Ziggedy zig zag just look
H-A-T-E Is that how you spell love in your dictionary K-I-C-K Pronounced as kind F-U-C-K Is that how you spell friend in your dictionary Black on black
Here comes President Kill again, surrounded by all of his killing men. Telling us who, why, where and when, President Kill wants killing again. Hooray
Another year's gone by, the world's grown older, sometimes I heave a sigh, people grow colder. Every day I do my best to show, I can make it in this world
Everyone's creeping up to the money god, putting tongues where they didn't ought to be, on stepping stones of human hearts and souls, into the land of