In sands of ochre
Enduring leaves toil 'gainst the wind,
Leaving nothing back.
Leaving nothing back
I stumble into the day
A lot to explain
A lot to explain--
In exile snow, in the camps,
History lies, raw.
History lies, raw,
In the student corridors,
They learn to cook it
They learn to cook it
But no one will ever eat
Our wasted labor
Our wasted labour
Bankaccounts frozen or dry
Off to work we go
Off to work we go
One more cup of coffee first
The hoards await me
The hoards await me
My kindom is rich with fans
They hardly know me
They hardly know me,
Those scurrying teenagers
Living next door.
Living next door
The creepy guy builds something
Down in the basement
Down in the basement
We found human Saxon bones
They were so very short.
(this is true b t w!)
They were so very short
ponies in reality
we called them horses
We called them horses -
Palomino unicorns
From another moon.
From another moon
Orbiting another world
Fantasy takes flight
Fantasy takes flight
Soaring behind dreaming eyes
images dancing
images dancing
what is that on my windshield
get off my car, bum
Get off my car, bum.
Your humongous frame
dints my tiny bonnet.
Dints my tiny bonnet
Can ill afford to sustain.
I need a Land Rover.
I need a Land Rover
or a terrestrial Spot
Fido is from Earth
Fido is from Earth
Not Mars or Venus you see
My cat is from Hell
