paroles de chanson Epilogue - The Residents

The son of the known thing flew into today
He left in a hurry, had little to say
But for the barking sub side in his wake
He helped out with vestiges sweeter than cake

Opulent givings are seldom a dread
They help you relieve all them lies in your head
But for the giving begets a sure vain
Leave open a window and let in some rain