Fruit Bats (The)
The Ruminant Band
You'll always have smokes if you always give buckets of loveLike little sad Tad who was living on beetles and grubsHe had a blue-eyed merleand loved an Indian girlLived alone in the warm wet fields in this corner of the worldYou'll always eat bread if you always have seeds to sowLIke old Zen Ben who lived with a murder of crowsHe wore a crown of beansAnd a belt of weedsSlept alone in the warm wet fields on a bed of mustard seedYou won't lose the beat if you just keep clapping your handsLike sweet sweet Pete who clapped for the Ruminant BandHe had a broken lungAnd a bit-off tongueLived alone in the warm wet fields under moon and sun
From Letras Mania