Lithsome life that dances to a tune
A tune that flashes to a riot of
Morphing faces at noon.
Days ways beautiful plain and horroring
Nights trite with a might tame and lame
I'm a mole in the ground without a frown
An eagle regal flitting round and around
A wanker a banker a gasoline tanker
Make it pretty make it weird
Make it funny make it dear and clear
It's happened before it'll happen again
Shivering trees whisper and moan
Whispering their songs in an atonal mode
Livin' in a sometimes house and a sometimes home
Groan and moan use a phone and read a tome
Fiddle and faddle, piddle and paddle
Riddle and drivel, try concertedly to matter
What is this, there, or tentative that?
Don'cha understand
Understand what I'm playin'
There ain't been no luxurious laying
Just a frightful fracas of freakish flaying