Текст песни And Septimus... - Andrew Wyatt
Pallbearers
in
heavy
weather
How
the
guilty
put
themselves
to
work!
Less
common
to
see
the
patterns
in
the
timing
of
the
universe.
Oh
my
sweet
Lucretia
why
won't
you
believe
me
Oh
you
know
I
really
need
you,
Why
won't
you
believe
me.
I
hate
these
sure-footed
doctors.
He
won't
help
me-
yes
I
know
his
kind;
All
"bootstraps"
and
"how's
your
mother"
Never
loved
a
moment
of
his
life!
Oh
my
sweet
Lucretia
why
won't
you
believe
me.
Oh
you
know
I
really
need
you,
Why
won't
you
believe
me.
Terrified
of
the
postman
and
the
electrical
service
Tide
roll
out,
tide
roll
back
in.
This
time
a
wave
is
coming.
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