The monk of chaos said he'll play us a cassette*
That he made with Amadeus but we haven't heard it yet,
I suspect that he's mad-wrecked on that stuff that I wrote him,
Now it'll take at least all week to unfold him
I told him,
Slow down you're burning more than nitro-glycerine
He wasn't listening so now he's stoned magnificent,
See he went at it like an addict mad manic,
Amsterdamic, don't know what it is but he's looking at it.
We just come & go,
Like reindeers in the snow
But they don't see us though
We're one & two like stereo
The sister of the lord she's on her skateboard I see her,
Flying down the corridors as she does her chores.
360 degrees off the railings, she's abseiling,
She meta-morphs into an alien.
And now she's down in St. Martin's crypt,
She's putting words to Beethoven's 5th in the style of Patti Smith,
I can still see were we used to live
We haven't gone far enough
We just come & go,
Like reindeers in the snow
But they don't see us though
We're one & two like stereo
We just come & go,
Like peepholes in the snow
But they don't see us though
We're one & two like stereo
Writer(s): Mau, Tim Saul
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