作词 : TURNER, ALEX
Trudging through the morning
The tramp with the trampoline under his arm
Shifts past your whiskers
So stark is the charm
But the barking alarm
Waits coiled until the corner is turned

And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round
In your muddy mind
Blatantly caked and unwilling to wind
Uncooperative times
So he sits on the springs till the muck goes dry

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
And cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
And cast the shadow of a snake pit on the

What came first: the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill-fitting thoughts
And twilight forced you to go on a walk
Your legs start running and your head gets caught

Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for
The reasonably frightening fall from the aftertaste
You'll have to slip away
I'm unhappy to say
Behold as the crook in the hammock plays

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall

Behold there's a crook in the hammock plays
Cruelly with the base of the scales
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp
Cruelly with the base and the scales
And ****ing fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
He was gagged, bound and crafting a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall