Made Out Of Babies. Coward. Mr. Prison Shanks. Zeneszám

Everyone is staring at the screen get off your knees and go quietly I'm knocking at the door and scrambling into fits I hope that you turn out right Everywhere the sky is scaly gray get on your feet and move quietly wild scrapping on the floor and scraping into bits I hope that you turn out right In the big big city's belly The rats are big as reindeer They do major construction They don't ask for permission In the big big city's belly The rats are big as reindeer They do major construction The children's favorite bunny