Brush my teeth
Go to work
Come back home
Go berserk
Smash the plates
Kick the cat
Order food
I’m feeling fat
Watch the news
Death and despair
It’s de-ja-vu
I’m already there

The sun doesn’t match your beauty
The wind can’t change your face
The seas will rise to greet you
As you wander with poise and such grace

The world will revel in your company
The birds will follow as you laugh
The chime of a million heartbeats
Smother you like bubbles in a bath

The men find their legs have left them
The women all copy as you go
The smell of your hypnotic perfume
Is like an arrow fired from Cupid’s bow

Keep on walking
Faster, a little faster
Speed up your walking
Don’t look back
I dread a terrible disaster

Let’s start now to sprint
Quicker, much, much quicker
Run on your little limbs
Don’t look back
He’s coming stinking of liquor

We need to hide ourselves now
Don’t dawdle, please don’t slow
Find a safe place to perch
Don’t look back
The devil behind us will know

Be quiet and don’t speak
No shuffling, no rustling the ground
I think we may safe
Don’t look back
Pray to god we won’t be found

The Enigma of the second earth
Hiding alive under foaming waves
Where dolphins sing in harmony
And ***** tap tap their claws
Ships hide derelict under darkness
Hills reach up but don’t touch the top
Giants unseen by the naked eye roam
The reeds slither and wriggle playfully
Deep dark black water
The enigma of the second earth

Wind leave the houses
Wind leave the trees
Wind leave the rivers
Concentrate on the seas

Wind don’t hit the rooftops
Wind don’t hit the gate
Wind don’t hit the tram lines
Your going to make me late

Wind stop shaking my car
Wind stop shaking my house
Wind stop shaking my little cat
It has to catch a mouse

Wind are you not tired
Wind are you stopping soon
Wind are you taking the proverbial’s
I’ll just emigrate to the moon

The red crimson liquid splatters onto the leather upholstery
As the gleaming machine passes through the crowd in the sun
Remember this day November 22nd 1963
As the day America stood still
Oh and how the ladies are howling
And the children cling to their mothers hands
Crying not at the sight of death but rather at the noise
Men fall to the floor in fear dreading another shot
As the zapruder films, one shot, two shots, dead
Pandemonium, chaos, no one really knows what to do
The cars eerily carry on driving along
The president of America John F Kennedy
Has been assassinated today

Red, dead
It’s all been said
Mars