Plant me at the prow
Your heavy ears and safer and he speaks?
No one miles around
To get ready for profanity and grief
The less I say the more some think I know
My ideas as black as crows
But too far too few to mention
Residence abandoned but aglow,
Friend and I move slow
And as constant as our nosebleed's ruby drop
Head for the East, don't reappear
Don't let inspectors get too near
Head for the East, don't reappear
Don't let inspectors get too near
We go hand in hand
And peasants pit the snakes against the lions
Typhoons attack the jail
Thunder shakes these felons in their irons
Kaspar I have had our roads to run
He's as bitter as a nun,
drenched in wine, dressed in neon
Says that there are blizzards in arrears
There is shrapnel in my ears
And I'm suffering from a tug pull, I feel scared
Head for the East, don't reappear
Don't let inspectors get too near
Head for the East, don't reappear
Don't let inspectors get too near
Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

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