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Wading Through a Ventilator (Live)

アーティスト:Robyn Hitchcock 

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I fix my fish I fool my frog I fray my feet and drag my dog and drop my duck Across the wall I squash my teeth and slag my grub I battle adders in the pub My girl is ripe In greasy silk A split tomato in her mind The crumpled heart Sags in the sea Tomato heart escaping gas I think that girl is of her skin Of all the people that I know The ones I like I love the best The fishes in the sewer pipes The highway men in yellow stripes It might not now, but it will be later Wading through your ventilator Hm mm mm! I tang my fag He clench his fist The pretty bonny licks my stamp and twist her fang She tugs his foot We think of better things and laugh The hairs on my marshmallow pout My head is rich Enough to burst With ivies strung around my calf picture the flies On melon halves You end up living somewhere cheap And die upon a compost heap Of all the people I don't know The ones I do I hate the most The twisted fodder of mankind's Enough to drive a poor boy blind It might not now, but it could be later Wading through your ventilator, blah! I waded in and that's a fact The meat was cut, the meat was packed You shredded me with icy strings As coiled salami, I was led Into a holy stacking shed My life like antiseptic stings A tongue of stalk And tender leaves Eventually your skull occludes and melon splits And like an egg It dribbles down your inside leg Don't get me wrong, I'm quite OK I drank a cat I sprung a cake


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