In the can of baits, sir!
You know what the exist somewhere in the can
Under the dirt, at the bottom of the can
There are that don't mind
The accept anything,

Because know of nothing better
Look over there: one of those has found glue very interesting
Huh?
Well fuck you too!
You don't have to listen
These couldn't smell as good as you do only, only, the satin curtains of the are sprayed and stained
It creates the correct feeling
The are somewhere behind their curtains, as usual
Just happy when it comes down their way
Are at the bottom of that can for the fish et al

Rat race is going on
Feel the burn
In the can they have it their way loud and ugly
Well, as you might know,
"They said it all in the madhouse already
Even in the Room 101
It was all said; nothing done
In slump - reaching for a breath
Mmm surges of gold flow wild

Crystals fools adios
The are not real, are they?
Depends on where the floor is, where the roof is and above all, whether such limitations exist in the first place
For the the cry echoes negative
Simultaneously, the party is about to begin
Have a rocking tour

Sincerely