Turning back ten thousand years, It's all a blur where the taxi's go Monster man a willing friend, Lucy serves the melon cold
Violent and delicious souls, Four red trucks dressed illegally, Mother knows how the bugle blows Gonna get caught, gonna get caught, Gonna get caught in her rug, babe
This is not a conclusion, No revolution, Just a little confusion On where your head has been
Boat made out of paper float, Dreams made up for the banana king, darling Crumbs you have lapped freely of, Devious we all have been
Violent and delicious souls Violent and delicious souls This is not a conclusion, No revolution, Just a little confusion On where your head has been
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