Lyrics to Garden
The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged, black-grey hog
See what flows
From his mushy pen
Garden, garden
That person is films on TV
Five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Trying to perform country and western
Dance here
Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a Kingdom Of Evil book under a German history book
He was contrite like that
See what flows
From his slushy pen
Garden, garden
Small, small location on huge covenant
Sodomized by presumption
Crook traitor past revealed at last
Godzone, godzone (Jacob's ladder)
Godzone, godzone
Books can be erased. This entails explosive charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every windowsill in close proximity to my ears. When phones ring and are inconvenient to the ears, I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and ignore it. I got the idea from a book. Yours sincerely, Mr. Reg Varney.
The same thing could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largest resource. His ferry stopped at the pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a... Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun, shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun
The best firms advertise the least
The second god lived by fountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him, I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him, I swear
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike-ah
He's here
I saw him, I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged, black-grey hog
See what flows
From his mushy pen
Garden, garden
That person is films on TV
Five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Trying to perform country and western
Dance here
Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a Kingdom Of Evil book under a German history book
He was contrite like that
See what flows
From his slushy pen
Garden, garden
Small, small location on huge covenant
Sodomized by presumption
Crook traitor past revealed at last
Godzone, godzone (Jacob's ladder)
Godzone, godzone
Books can be erased. This entails explosive charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every windowsill in close proximity to my ears. When phones ring and are inconvenient to the ears, I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and ignore it. I got the idea from a book. Yours sincerely, Mr. Reg Varney.
The same thing could have been taken for a spoilt slate with largest resource. His ferry stopped at the pool port. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's waiting number four with a... Less stylish porch, we have the second god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.
Shotgun, shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun
The best firms advertise the least
The second god lived by fountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him, I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him, I swear
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike-ah
He's here
I saw him, I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
A Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
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