Have you ever seen a bloody egg?

Glass in hand, lying up in bed

That's the time to sing this cowardly lullaby

And you ought to know why



Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low

In the night where batwings flow

That's where all the frightmares go

When the elephants die

Wouldn't you like to try?



Have you ever heard the blackbird's song?

Summer days, all summer long

Underneath a shady tree a shadow sitting next to me

And we stare at the sun



Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low

In the night where batwings flow

That's where all the frightmares go

When the elephants die

Wouldn't you like to try?




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