in the sun, follow my thumb, my thumb Follow my thumb, my thumb, follow my thumb, my thumb Follow my thumb, my thumb, follow my thumb, my thumb
Oversættelse: The Creatures. Thumb.
thumbs have light on their own One more for the road Just one more for the road Digital fun in the sun Follow my thumb Follow my thumb These thumbs are
too When your gravity is down and negativity won't pull you through Don't you put on any airs when you down on rue morgue avenue. They got some hungry creatures
you go on camping trips You're stuck right out in nature Foraging the forests like a primate Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates Your thumb and
home Didn't ask much from the world, just wanted to be alone And got his first real blade at thirteen thats when it all began and soon the creatures
1) brief encounter A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided directionless
The change was quite subtle and the mood low key The sky was overcast, you could hardly see And the creatures all boogied to a different frequency The
Chorus) My style is Pre-Historic Era Scientist react to artifacts Found in Morocco Were dinosaur tracks Stomped in the earth Life froze Sizable creatures
oh so tight, my darling one The demons on the wall dance for you now Their fingers stretch and claw to reach you Run from demons, nightmare creatures
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided, direction less familiar Of some
*... Deepthroat: *Laughing* [Aesop Rock] Bucket-seater theater sucks, I duck and weave Riddle of the pixelated ticker taking prisoners and a number please Name and occupation: Aes, I twidddle thumbs
to Gille's men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping Up and down the countryside Little angels out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb
broken land In a whirl of lust to pleasure him This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun In bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs Pricked in rosy
furniture and daffodils and lives (Hands purse to Ambrose) When a man with a timid tongue Meets a girl with a diffident air Why should the tortured creatures
of disco it's all about me-me-me-me-me cause I'm out here with a big dick, though You faggot like Sisqo You thumbs down six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb
