What a time
The blush is caked on
A young face of egg
And now the bearded perverts
Peer out from the stage,
Should be gallows,
For a glass of black milk,
Still trying hard
With their neon sneaks
And '94 profiles
The Pavement is dead,
It can't support the Volkswagen's
And indy flip-flops any longer.
The Knife should have done it,
The Valentine brownish and dry.
Keep travelling back if you wish
To that fine time to be born there
And die.
That's "jabberwocky". And no, it has a fairly concrete subject.
The blush is caked on
A young face of egg
And now the bearded perverts
Peer out from the stage,
Should be gallows,
For a glass of black milk,
Still trying hard
With their neon sneaks
And '94 profiles
The Pavement is dead,
It can't support the Volkswagen's
And indy flip-flops any longer.
The Knife should have done it,
The Valentine brownish and dry.
Keep travelling back if you wish
To that fine time to be born there
And die.
That's "jabberwocky". And no, it has a fairly concrete subject.