Оригинален текст
Now's the time
For rage of humans care
For what, can be
Done for yourself.
Dark and respectment
Of the cling of
The seeming hope falls.
Now, we sing
On a bridge for your own,
Half heavens, to purgatory.
Gadzooks, gadzooks, gadzoooks.
What have you got to lose?
What you are,
Is faster than you can,
Telephone ring oh's,
Portable swing.
Deal with fire,
Your faulty wire
With the
Consanent except for your own.
(Doo doo doo doo doo)
Records of our discontemptment.
Welcome birds is full of fountains.
Awfully hard to keep agreements,
Voltage from another's counting.
We're such plants,
Oxygen's not falling,
In the risk,
Pumps to the green.
Of your delusion,
To a blind illusion,
Certain vultures infant spree.
(Doo doo doo doo doo)
Records of our discontemptment.
Welcome birds is full of fountains.
Awfully hard to keep agreements,
Voltage from another's counting.