Sitting on a park bench Eyeing idle girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Aqualung my friend, dont you start away uneasy Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Aqualung my friend Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Aqualung my friend, dont you start away uneasy. Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely. Taking time The only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog And warms his feet. Feeling alone The armys up the road Salvation a la mode and A cup of tea. Aqualung my friend Dont start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, its only me. Do you still remember Decembers foggy freeze? When the ice that Clings on to your beard was Screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea-diver sounds, And the flowers bloom like Madness in the spring. Sun streaming cold, An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet Ohohoho Feeling alone The armys up the road Salvation a la mode and A cup of tea. Aqualung my friend Dont start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, its only me.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 21:53:52 +0000
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