The Ex (Punk Band) - The Sitting Chins lyrics
[The Ex Punk Band - The Sitting Chins lyrics]
And on a later age
The ministers all got belly cramps
And in later years
They were removed from restaurants
All of them yes all of them
They didn’t understand neither the cramps
Nor the exclusion from all the restaurants
A thousand days were left behind
Cufflinks, earrings, where stays the time?
Erase the past, no one minds
They’re gold card members, we are the line
None of their biographies not a letter right
Not the first, not the second
Not the sixed, seventh or ninth
And asked for reasons why they said
You know, we know what’s right
We know what’s back and front
What’s up and down now get back into line
And read from me, it’s our time
Truth comes second, we decide
Read from me, in your line
Boring facts are left behind
Give me a duck give me rabbit
Give me a mucus spitting cabinet
I want three nephews hunting Miffy
And that cabinet down the watership
Give me a rod give me a rubber
Give me a fifty feet tall cupboard
I want a three meter piece of meat
And that cupboard filled with mustard
Because all I eat, comes out behind
Save my faeces, once combined
Makes a shrine, young and old
Will use my shower, orange gold
The ministers all got belly cramps
And in later years
They were removed from restaurants
All of them yes all of them
They didn’t understand neither the cramps
Nor the exclusion from all the restaurants
A thousand days were left behind
Cufflinks, earrings, where stays the time?
Erase the past, no one minds
They’re gold card members, we are the line
None of their biographies not a letter right
Not the first, not the second
Not the sixed, seventh or ninth
And asked for reasons why they said
You know, we know what’s right
We know what’s back and front
What’s up and down now get back into line
And read from me, it’s our time
Truth comes second, we decide
Read from me, in your line
Boring facts are left behind
Give me a duck give me rabbit
Give me a mucus spitting cabinet
I want three nephews hunting Miffy
And that cabinet down the watership
Give me a rod give me a rubber
Give me a fifty feet tall cupboard
I want a three meter piece of meat
And that cupboard filled with mustard
Because all I eat, comes out behind
Save my faeces, once combined
Makes a shrine, young and old
Will use my shower, orange gold