Amon Dá¼á¼l II
Syntelman's March of the Roaring Seventies - d) Telephonecomplex
Turning up with a devilish grinThe master has shaken three big bagsAnd suddenly come from everywhereSnakes and rats and big fat catsHunting themselves in the mirrorNow you got the ammunitionThe ambition you've got tooSo they tell you the directionSave your face in timeAnd hide the clueAt the station I saw witchesBuying tickets with a smileOffering to me a fool's capBut the spell they could not sayWhat they've got was an apparent flash from the masterAnd know how to run, not to die, a-ha!And know what to do, what to do, to get high, to get high!Why don't they stay till the X-ray dayAnd fly with an unbelievable acceleration?
From Letras Mania