'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was there
The night surrounds me
I can't turn back the hands
My amazon six-triggered bride
now searching for a place to
Remember when you felt it first?
The bitter taste of
She's got friends in high places, her picture's in vogue
She's
She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good
I've taken to
(brooker / reid)
'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I
We skipped a light fandango,
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.
I was
About to die - the crowds applaud you
About to die
(g.brooker / k.reid / r.trower)
Rings upon your fingers
Bells upon your
(brooker / reid)
It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll
My parents must've disliked me. they left me in the
Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind
Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'e
Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin
You're
Who will search for holy grail
Past the edge beyond the
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