Album: Satanic Panic in the Attic
I used to think it black while at my country seat
Now I'm peaking in so many ways
the gloom is in retreat
Yes the dark epoch is over I've found my efeblum
Then passed Ernst's mausoleum defended by a rook
Who shot a look so virulent it pierced me like a hook
The palaver of Solipsists exploding in my skull
Yeah and we both despise all of the academic swine
Who made the author of "Discus Ulysses" benign
So what if Wednesday finds us
wearing rabies parachutes
Foaming like the melodies of sea foam fairy flutes
The atmosphere is viscous we're sticking to the brine
When the lanterns fill with finches
so begins the brawl
Cause their brains are like porcupines
and mine's a paper ball
I know they don't understand they don't get us at all
Their moss mangles polyanthus
and mine's a paper ball