Is the Knowledge of my own existence real ...A slice of life a piece of mind
laid on a plate of mankind
I'll take the key from the gravy
and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in
What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, Tarred and feathered
Breathing.... Hoping for the day
The radio and Television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me!, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do
When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil
(laid on a plate of mankind
I'll take the key from the gravy
and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in
What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, Tarred and feathered
Breathing.... Hoping for the day
The radio and Television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me!, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do
When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil
Hagbard ... it's been a long time.,
Thu 4 Sep 2003, 1:26,
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