The King Of The White Buckets Lyrics

The king of the white buckets Strolling around the pub Looking out for puking up people Collecting their spite and disgrace But the chairs are glooming Of honour and pride ... The chairs are glooming Of honour and pride And the glasses are empty Spiders inside The air is electric The doors open wide Giddy words playing Hide with a gibe The king of the white buckets Looking out for better material For brilliant little flames Completting his jumble of thoughts Behind is a glooming room ... of honour and pride A glooming room of honour and pride The buckets are full, years inside And the ideas are growing In bad ventilation The guests are awaking In sudden animation