Lyrics
i want to feed my frankenstein
you want to be my valentine
the bread all tastes like butter
i swapped it with another
the distance equals time rates time
resistance equals slow resign
"no more water from the hill"
you said, leaned against the window sill
the force of feathers in your cap
that self combustable pheasants snapped
while my guitar gently weeps
the pumpkin flag, the input seals
bohemian drums takeover
bohemian drums takeover
the scheduled input takeover
the scheduled input takeover
