Theset Hooks For Feet
Once more I lay down and lay a kiss on the pavement
For so many eyes glazed and glued to the brightest stars
It seems to me that every word you speak
Hangs in the air
Just repeating and repeating
Although you never seem conceited.
We're just looking for the answers
To these oldest rhymes
And we're humming the words
To your stupid songs.
We're looking for him
That wicked old decaying rabbit man
With crooked gold teeth
Who has hooks for his hands
And hooks for his feet.
Once more I count hundreds even thousands of hands
Over heads and on every face a
Look of colourful conceit
Soon we wake from obscurity to
Beds with dollar signs
And cocaine whores and wormwood drinks
From bloody sinks full of teeth
Better than last year
We are better than last year.
