Pretty Visitors

Trudging through the morning

And the tramp with the trampoline under his arm

Shifts past your whiskers

So stark is the charm, but the barking alarm

Weighs coiled 'til the corner is turned

And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move round

In your muddy mind blatantly caked

And unwilling to wind uncooperative time

So he sit on the springs 'til the muck goes dry

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast

The shadow of a snake pit on the wall

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast

The shadow of a snake pit on the

What came first: The chicken or the dickhead?

Split sleep reeps rewards and ill fitting thoughts

And twilight forced

You to go on a walk

Your legs start running and your leg gets caught

Canopy nineteen, it's perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening

Falled from aftertaste, you'll have to slip away

And I'm happy to say

Behold is the crook in a hammock plays

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast

The shadow of a snake pit on the wall

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast

The shadow of a snake pit on the wall

Behold is the crook in the hammock plays

Cruelly with the base of the scales

And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act

Gagged, bound and crafting a tale

Trailing wrapped in a gasp

Cruelly with the base of the scales

And fucking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act

Gagged, bound and crafting a tale

Trailing wrapped in a gasp

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast

The shadow of a snake pit on the wall

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast

The shadow of a snake pit on the wall