Tekster:
Beacon

Open the basket Listen to the flute play Open the basket Listen to the flute play Toot, toot, toot, play Snakes in the basket Lie to lead you astray

Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey Why can't you see you look so very funny? You worry yourself sick 'Til you're blue in the face Relax and sleep

I can't begin to tell you How bad I feel about it So now that it is all out How do you feel? Did you profit? Why can't you keep a secret? Why'd you squeal

You're always tellin' me to go out more Go ahead, get out and see the world But then I think, why should I I'd rather stay home and cry I never thought

do it monday and on friday Get back to the show 'cause it's payday 11 o'clock, roll, roll it down Rock the city with the number one sound Long beat, long beach

the beacon light and it's on So strap on that jammy pack Fuel it up 'cause I'm gone So don't you be late I see the beacon light and it's on So strap

of living without you You say you drag me down, no one should want you now I start to cry, you kiss my eyes and say I'm not allowed to Burning beacon

Well, they found the body Down on Brecon Beacons An' there were tiny tears On the cheeks of witches Well, the jury's all still out About the sad and

on a cafeteria trail The only thing is the brain is split The smiles to stares to faceless shit We walk off the shop to a beacon soul breathing But