Thunderbirds Are Now!

Thunderbirds Are Now! - Cobra Feet songtekst

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Make believe.

Practicing to deceive.

Fake mirage.

Dressed up in camouflage.

Crimes.

Jail.

Posting all of your bail.

Please behave.

Roll around in your grave.



Yes, it's a mess,

But we're here to clean up.

Yes, I confess,

It's a mess; we'll clean up.



Aghast.

Appalled.

Whatever it is called.



Erect.

Tall.

Like a good animal.



Ears.

Eyes.

The last breath before it dies.



Teeth.

Blood.

Roll around in the mud.



Yes, it's a mess,

But we're here to clean up.

Yes, I confess,

It's a mess; we'll clean up.



Who picks up the roadkill when it's dead?

Who reads a book they can't comprehend?

Why is blood blue while we see red?

Who understands a thing I just said?
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