metropolitan vengeance
Singer:primitive radio gods
the milkman stood before us
implored us not to make the same regret
with a seam above his head
the people started eating
the psychic never picked her from a can
the messenger was first dancing
burying the books your fathers read
offered hand to plant their seeds
garden guards of chinese wall
we let your bows and arrows fall
we let your bowtie against the sea
we'll formulate the chap stick
our voice of blue turtles
the milkman ran and laughed us to our feet
the laughter of the chorus
a flower's named delores stood and ran
tell us why the first time's wrong
hold me tight and hold me long
the messenger has come and gone
garden guards of chinese wall
we let your bows and arrows fall
we let your bowtie against the sea
the milkman planted seeds in the bathroom
chickens slab the meat like a mother
someone planted a rage on the parker
we're proud of the fishing