2018-01-25 at 3:14 PM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar
You're gonna go far
You're gonna fly high
You're never gonna die
You're gonna make it if you try
They're gonna love you!
Now, I've always had a deep respect
And I mean that most sincerely
The band is just fantastic; that is really what I think
Oh, by the way… which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it "Riding The Gravy Train"
We're just knocked out
We heard about the sell out!
You gotta get an album out!
You owe it to the people…
We're so happy we can hardly count!
Everybody else is just green
Have you seen the charts?
It's a hell of a start!
It could be made into a monster… if we all pull together as a team…
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it "Riding The Gravy Train"
2018-01-25 at 3:28 PM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Big man, pig man
Ha, ha, charade, you are
You well-heeled big-wheel
Ha, ha, charade, you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying, 'Keep on digging'
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
Down in the pig mire?
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Bus-stop rat-bag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hatpin
And good fun with a handgun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Hey you, Whitehouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
You house-proud town-mouse
Ha, ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You got to stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary, you're nearly a treat
Mary, you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry
