Tekster: Adam Green. Give Them A Token.

Dissappear in complete disarrays.
We are fern what your grandfather says.
Love the kisses at all be sending you.
Play the rhythm that I?m pretending to.
Take the time to find out.
What I bound out.

I was flatter my own my darling.
Fock the lessons and brace for so long.

When your trips only 5 meters long and you?find you been grown all allongs.
Join the living in natures loll aby and only sleep in cabrones could simple thieves.
Only they could forget the kindliness.

I was flatter my own my darling.
Fock the lessons and brace for so long.

Can?t stop laughing if you can?t stop wonder whether he is calling.

Give them a tooking,
Give them a tooking to play

Don?t stop springing when they play a number.
Don?t bad laughing could privet my slumber.

Give them a tooking,
Give them a tooking to play

Minder love can be shorn like a scarfes very tills or behell to the parts.
You can?t stop laughing,
If you can?t stop falling.
Makes you wonder whether he is calling

Give them a tooking,
Give them a tooking to play

(Thanks to Maurice Niks for these lyrics)