Yeah, sure.
In the Morning there's a buzz of flies,
Between the Pillows and the Skies that break into your eyes,
Through the Looking Glass inbetween your thighs,
And its really no small surprise,
How it goes straight down the rabbit hole,
There it goes,
Oh I've been meaning to tell you,
A set of mental things, (Sentimental things?)
that occured to me,
I've been wanting to show you,
All a set of photographs,
make you laugh and smile,
You might wanna stick one on his nose,
Ram his teeth down his (drug cold arm?
?)
and nowhere else to go,
In the Morning theres a buzz of flies,
Between the Pillows and the Skies that break into your eyes,
Through the Looking Glass inbetween your thighs,
Ah, its really no small surprise,
How it goes straight down the rabbit hole,
There it goes
I've been meaning to tell you,
A set of mental things,
that occured to me,
I've been waiting to show you,
All a set of photographs,
make you laugh and smile,
He's got a Scottish Fiver up his nose,
oh, a set of mental things, (of sentimental things?)
That occured to me
I was wanting to show you,
All a set of photographs,
But you came and went too fast,
In the Morning theres a buzz of flies,
Break into your eyes,
Through the Looking Glass inbetween your thighs,
I'll never really understand,
why i believe you,
You're so sly and underhand,
I think i'll leave you now,
with everything i stole since we met,
I stole no kisses,
Just some books and the odd cigarette,
I never liked South London anyway,
It must be true what they say,
Oh well,
You've scuppered all my best laid plans,
I can't believe you just dismiss my pleas,
Right out of hand,
I can't believe you've listed everything i stole since we met,
Stole no kisses,
Just some books and a butterfly net,
It's Raining,
Now its Sunny,
It's Raining,
I never liked,
no, i never, i never liked twisted hate anyway,
It must be true what they say.........
Dont know the song myself, where did u get it from?
