When all the babies cry
And the pelicans sing
What will they bring
To the table, oh my
Right before my eyes
They'll crown me king
Dancing around a swing
Do I get my prize?
I know the grass is green
And that blades are sharp
My history is clean,
Not a sin to be seen
But what's a work of art
Is blood on the screen
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
When all the babies cry
And the pelicans sing
What will they bring
To the table, oh my
Right before my eyes
They'll crown me king
Dancing around a swing
Do I get my prize?
I know the grass is green
And that blades are sharp
My history is clean,
Not a sin to be seen
But what's a work of art
Is blood on the screen
I know this doesn't make sense.
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