You should come on round
Horror show, the horse is brown
There's nothing changing
It's all sorrow
Then look a dream peddlar
Now let it all go
Oh how just to slowly
Ah yes, there is a screw
It's a horror show
Uh, uh, oh left something in Moscow
Sharply screw myself to death
It's pointed at my head
Don't get on the wrong one
Oi you and you what's your game
A picture of tomorrow
Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Oh no please don't show me
Pin me up or put me down
She said, "I'll show you a picture”
And a stick of light through my bones
Laying me down to waste laying me down