Cherry-coloured Funk

Beetles and eggs and blues

And pour a little everything else

You steam our unstable eyes and glass

Not get passed off through

My bird lips as good news

Still we can find our love

Down from behind

Down far behind this

Fabulous my turn rules

Beetles and eggs and blues

And bells and eggs then blues

Beetles and eggs and blues

And pour a little everything else

You steam our unstable eyes and glass

Not get passed off through

My bird lips as good news

You'll have the hardest black

And dullest knife

We hanged your pass

And start being as you

Still being cried

And laughed at before

Still being cried

And laughed at before

Should I be sewn in hugged?

I can by not saying

And should I be hugged and tugged?

Down through this tiger's masque

And should I be sung

And unbroken by not saying?

You mind not saying

He'll have the hardest black

And dullest ignite

Still being cried and laughed at

From behind me

We hanged your pass

And star being as you

Still being cried

And laughed at before

Still being cried and laughed at

From behind me

Still being cried and laughed at

Before

Should I be sung and unbroken

By not saying

Should I be sung and unbroken

By not saying

Still being cried and laughed at

From behind me

Hugged and tugged down

Through this tiger's masque for key