Last Line
Deep in time and we are two
Two at home and here with you
Were coming through
Were coming through
The other side the far side ride
With sky in our hats
And hats on our minds
We take the time
To smoke the wine
Loosen tongues un pick the vines
That holds your clothes
Monkeys that beetles saw
In a trip
On a tip
A bit
Of married jaw.
Royal spoons
Evolving monkeys Higher
Electric wires
In plaice
Sex up the brain
Bring rage
Heres the
Key
To your cage
Lab rats out
All over the page
It’s time to
Burn
Learn
The fire go through it
Rip up
The world
No time left to do it
Now,
One is two
Were coming through
Were coming through
This is the bomb
Ready
Ready
Ready
Time tick falling slave’s time tick falling slaves
Water washing ocean waves
Losers win the sunken race
At the rave in our graves
Where eyes look
In place of hearts
We start the life
Of doves
Tripping to the sun
The pills are in the lazers
The streets are full of ravers
Free drugs
form hugs
sugar everywhere
Monkey brains go up the stairs
Monkey brains go up the stairs
lets all eat some mushrooms
fall in love
with pills and human traffic
then
"darling im going to fuck your brains out".
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
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This ones for an out of space film - Human Traffic - which incredible all the way through has a top jamming super jungle club fur jacket made of pink and black spotted feathers belter helter skelter of a last line
ReplyDelete- the chocolate fingers are on me : )