♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Just as he hit the ground They lowered a toe that Stuck in his neck to the gills ♪ Fragments of separate games Riddled me thus Three half-eaten corneas Who hit the aerial Stuck the ground ♪ Stuck the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Pagel concrete Sting-wax crutch and hobble swayed Auto-defe A capillary hint of red Only this maniapod Crescent in shape as is ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Your house half-full of you Fell empty with teeth that Split both his lips, mark these words ♪ One day this chalk outline Will circle this city Was he wrapped in the asphalt That cushioned his face? A room coloured charlatan Hidden in the sage Stuck the ground ♪ Stuck the ground ♪ You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Pagel concrete Sting-wax crutch and hobble swayed Auto-defe A capillary hint of red Only this maniapod Crescent in shape as escaped ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Pagel concrete Sting-wax crutch and hobble swayed Auto-defe A capillary hint of red Everyone knows the last toes are Always the coldest to go ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪