I'm gonna lie to you about being in a restaurant once,
where The Deaders played to the chop
And as I listened to it, I started messing with myself,
The full gang are zombies, swarming that alive
Dead people keep guitars, play keyboards
And drums. The dead were of
Unsucking meat, which I didn't want
See, graying in the eyes, terrified
I left the place crying.
I'll make up a small crazy communicative for you, too.
Grandma, who frequently told me good night
of the mysterious land of wonders to which the gate
are hidden under the heel of 1 of the passersby.
It's my head to look,
To mess with people passing by, to lift them up
Unexpected feet, peeling off the flutes,
♪ I've got a kick ♪
by believing in talking crazy!)!
And then the minus will stick to the second minus.
And you will see me in the light of truth, without deception,
The delirium.
