The Legendary Pink Dots - The Gallery lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - The Gallery lyrics]
Holes with heads in
Staring at the street they
Sometimes topple forwards
Then stick at one another, passing freaks
They rarely speak and though I
Don't feed them still they keep their double
(their quadruple) chins
Their garbage bins are emptied each day
By night waiting with lights off
Their cats out, their wives in - they're
PEEPING! They're peeping
At the methylated man who spit's in a can
Spreads his hands for silver
Pans for gutter gold he
Mutters old forgotten songs
His father taught him
Rolls on the floor he rolls in alcoves
Gets caught in waterfalls down rotting walls
(He's bored) My friends applaud
Throw pennies and wait
Peeping from the gallery