|
../Ode To The Bananaking Turning back ten thousand years, It's all a blur Where the taxis go Monster man A willing friend Lucy serves the melon cold violent and delicious souls Four red trucks dressed illegally Our mother knows how the bugle blows Gonna get caught Gonna get caught Gonna get caught in her rug, babe Oh... now, c'mon. This is not a conclusion No revolution Just a little confusion On where your head has been Boats made out of paper float Dreams made up for the Banana king Darling crumbs, you have lapped freely up How devious we all have been Violent and delicious souls Violent and delicious soul This is not a conclusion No revolution, no Just a little confusion On where your head has been • BACK |