Текст песни Pentagram Lane - Twins

Look the baker at dawn
Baking bricks with a bandaged thumb
See the policemen have fun
Swinging their sticks by the girly club

Watch the quit tick her lumps (you′re a bird)
For passing dills with funny faces (hahahahahaha)
No one notices much
Just a nose from the behind the papers

Everything goes
Around in circles here
(Alright Herb)

Another notorious grumps
Taking lefts to avoid the bumps
And look the pomps flip their butts
Into the lunchcart's coffee cups

And the milkman catches up
On the sleep that he needs so dearly
But no one speaks of him much
Just as long as the milk′s here early

Everything you know
Goes out the window here

And it's clear (ah-ah-ah)
Something is weird
All of their eyes turn off
And it's weird
Something is queer
Something is strange

All of it melting down
When they ′round in their arms
Laughing their heads off
Will hello numb their brains
In the little town
Of Pentagram Lane