Movie Show.

Movie Show

your the clown with a body
whos shoes dont match your heart
little fingers
that creep up steps
a river of ice is a lovely sound
going to sleep with another egyptian
take a note and turn it to gas
cause the war is coming now the water falls
a little chicken clucking
have you got
have you got
have you got anymore
i wasnt feeling sick
i was lieing in bed
and the table turned over
now cockrels singing tells me
its time to grow out
all i want to do is you
cant we stamp out
all these flags
these burning flags
once lost
twice is round and round
now you are down
below the halls
of a hundred minds
sleeping in the clouds
that forever doubt
a ball of perfume
in a jar of mice