Lyrics to Apples
Oh man, I’m going insane
They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees
There’s swarms of locust like cloaks of rain
They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees
I wanna go outside and play
They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees
No, no, Johnny not today
Round juicy spear
Gift for his dear
Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree
Round juicy
Skinned with a spear
Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away
Round juicy spear
So red in here
Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic
Round juicy spear
So red in here
All work, no rest, make Johnny see rеd mist
Buried in nylon, duvet is my hole
Suckеd by flies through their curly straw
If you asked to explain, I can try and draw
Pull up your mask, your face, I must see this detail if this place is to be truthful
Oh Johnny, what are you mate?
Could you add some colour? Or a lighter shade?
Vantablack this canvas is sprawled
Scribbled out, black charcoal, I draw
Round juicy spear
Gift for his dear
Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree
Round juicy
Skinned with a spear
Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away
Round juicy spear
So red in here
Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic
Round juicy spear
So red in here
All work, no rest, make Johnny see red mist
They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees
There’s swarms of locust like cloaks of rain
They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees
I wanna go outside and play
They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees
No, no, Johnny not today
Round juicy spear
Gift for his dear
Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree
Round juicy
Skinned with a spear
Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away
Round juicy spear
So red in here
Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic
Round juicy spear
So red in here
All work, no rest, make Johnny see rеd mist
Buried in nylon, duvet is my hole
Suckеd by flies through their curly straw
If you asked to explain, I can try and draw
Pull up your mask, your face, I must see this detail if this place is to be truthful
Oh Johnny, what are you mate?
Could you add some colour? Or a lighter shade?
Vantablack this canvas is sprawled
Scribbled out, black charcoal, I draw
Round juicy spear
Gift for his dear
Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree
Round juicy
Skinned with a spear
Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away
Round juicy spear
So red in here
Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic
Round juicy spear
So red in here
All work, no rest, make Johnny see red mist