(There’s probably not a spider in your banana, btw)

Woe, woe, woe, woe, subterfuge

World come crashin’ down today

Why can’t you see that the echo’s explosion

Cuts through the i of your leiderhosen?

You’ll be dead and I’ll be frozen

Turn, back, now.

 

Birds in the trees in the astral knots

Circling me and the gecko’s thoughts

The Polish Armada on an airborne mission

Fits like the spades of the shit you’re pissin’

You’ll be gone and I’ll be missin’

Stun, gun, time.

 

LOL Mr. Freeze from A Winter’s Tale

Thinks cos he’s feared he’s an ultra male

And the amnesty is flailin’ on the old dark mountain

Fire in the hole as the wolves surround him

You’ll be dumb and I’ll be accounting

Five, four, three.

 

To one I know from the hotel days

Games that we played in the crystal maze

Never got around to drinking caipirinhas

Blood lust dressed as a ballerina

You pass sane and I’ll be the dreamer

Mai?, Oh, Mai.

 

Woe, woe, woe, woe, subterfuge

World come crashing down today

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa subterfuge

World come crashing down today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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