A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash
A ghost girl and a bulldog
Are whittling my flash
In the kitchen of birds
Sits a wicked child's cat
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth
Knows that
The flash is not easy
To capture just outright
But there if you fight for it
Like broads in daylight
Say it with angel dust, sprinkle it fat
A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
