Born in dull waters, a feather inspecting two shadows
Milk is no use where a reptile's what you have to swallow
The bikes and the bruise and the garden refuse and its odours
The class of the evil, the liked, the football, the liars
All away
Hang on the wind please and catch up the milky way carrier
Soapy, delicious, the beginning of the pressures is flavoured
All the way
All the way
Youth is a fate is my dreams
But I'm not as strange as it seems
For every place and every chicks
You cross
And them monkeys are planning ahead
Monkeys in me as a trembling shed
At every level whatever the skills you own
Powder of eden blown as Baygon, wiping tomorrow
Keeping the moon in a consulting room, I will follow
Once again
And them monkeys are planning ahead
Monkeys in me as a trembling shed
At every level whatever the skills you own
And there's me and my eternal game
Who could discuss all those facts when I say that
At every moment there's always a prince who dies