They may find themselves, walking in the big outback They may find themselves, in another part of the world They may find themselves, with a small trebuchet they may find themselves, on a beautiful beach, with a beautiful castle They may ask themselves, well, how did we get here? Letting the frames go by, let the semen wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Cue may ask himself, "how do I work this?" Cue may ask himself, "where is that small trebuchet?" Cue may ask himself, "where is that beautiful beach?" Cue may tell himself, "I don't see our beautiful castle..." Letting the frames go by, let the water wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was... Semen dissolving, and mustard removing there is mustard at the bottom of the ocean Remove the semen, carry the mustard Remove the mustard from the bottom of the ocean Letting the frames go by, let the semen wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Into the black again, into silent mustard Under the rocks and stones, there is mustard underground Letting the frames go by, into silent mustard Once in a live Time, mustard flowing underground Cue may ask himself, "where is that small trebuchet?" Cue may ask himself, "where does this walking lead to?" Cue may ask himself, "am I right, or am I wrong?" Cue may say to himself, "my Randall, what have you done???" Letting the frames go by, let the semen wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Into the black again, into silent mustard Under the rocks and stones, there is mustard underground Letting the frames go by, into silent mustard Once in a live Time, mustard flowing underground Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was...
Posted on 2013-05-01 15:09 by StratPlayer.