A Chrome Zone in Powder Park - текст песни
A Chrome Zone in Powder Park
Down below the apple tree, washed out by the blood flood, head - down in
The daisy patch... it was still - born in the mud. Three tiny hands were
Stretching, longing for a breast - but it wasn't there. Eight baby lips
Were puckered, antennae in the air. Nothing there! Mummy took her lover by
His green and purple claw, quite resigned. "Let's try once more. A second
Time! Let's try once more..." (practice makes perfect, don't you know...)
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