Shit! snakes.

Shit! snakes.

She’s so sexy,
She’s the one
The girl you need to touch,
And it makes you cry
To love her,

She’s the one, who’ll love you in a rush,
And that is greed right there
Squeezing night into another rising of a burning day,

In the morning that is life,
Can you see the hamsters?
They live in the biscuit toy box
You know the fruity one
And they like to play with bunnies,
Whilst witches in stripy pyjamas
Pop bubbles to answer the wide crashing questions.

I was so happy riding on a skateboard, and helter-skelter sliding
Till that day when you sold my electric silver
Guitar,
And it’s just too much for me, that the more I can throw, well the more I do,

And we all throw
Throw more throw more, more and more
What we need that cure and it’s just too much,

So your long dark hair falls
Onto the cold floor of cancer.

And Toddler doodles on the wall hasn’t quite got enough moustache,

So he Jumps into the trees, growing wild in the kitchen
And hits out all the snakes in the grass at the picnic,

You’ve gotta grab a bug to watch your pets
Because lemonade babies won’t last forever,

And in those grubby ways we smoke,
The Smell of loved ones burning shoes
Is in the atmosphere

Shoe fire Moves like moonlight,
Where by the Knotted trees, tied to boats,

Floats a fish in a glass that can
Escape to the land of sweet dreams,

The fish’s colours are shining just for you,

And baby...

I burnt my moustache.