Herman Van Veen
Herman Van Veen - Waterlogged clowns lyrics
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There go the waterlogged towns in procession While the people standing by Wear the blank weatherproof faces Just to make sure that they stay warm and dry, miss Baker Still hides her bumps and bruises And stress is dressed in style but strained In the lane And in the rain And in the meantime kids are fooling and joking and soaking their friends and their feet in each puddle and poodle And mothers are groaning and moaning And cleaning their clowns up for school They're out gathering money in to try and end a war Ticker taping the streets And raiding the dad, they have more to live At town before there's a statue To the famous thief of old A just reward for stealing Ancient galleons of gold And all at once They burn their eyes in blazing skies Dogs taking flight as mothers take fright Dog howls his delight And heaven gets light in the head At the sight of of a town without eyes Thirty ways to boost up A breast made out of blubber Rubber and sex on a stick Stores full of candy clust for living Pick and take and make yourself sick from a crown A man yells for his wrestle And stuffs his passion feast of grease Down a drain A train of food is lying around Birds eating droppings off the ground The streets wizz and whistles reflect as the city aflood Each car is a clam going down, going down till he drowns in the mud There go the waterlogged towns in procession While the people standing by Wear the blank weatherproof faces Just to make sure that they stay warm and dry, miss Baker Still hides her bumps and bruises And stress is dressed in style but strained In the lane And in the rain And in the meantime kids are fooling and joking and soaking their friends and their feet in each puddle and poodle And mothers are groaning and moaning And cleaning their clowns up for school