And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream gerrard

Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked

On long blue ribbons

That he may see while he sleeps

Monsieur old neddy, he wears spectacles in bed

That he may see dreams more clearly

The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking







I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be

They think it should be done with reality

I scream from a skull. fritz, bring your wigwam

They won't let it be

They think it should be done with reality, with reality

They won't let it be

They think it should be done with reality, with reality