programmes of violence as entertainment brings the disease into your room we know the germ which is man-made in metal is really a key to your own
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways, please come home oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways, please come home daddy hit you in a temper, but he's sorry now,
Hey hey,the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkeys and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep safely. my my, sun is pie there's fodder
it isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort of feeling isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man why, oh why does she treat me
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half