CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Who?
Who stole the stars from the sky?
Who strangled the serpent and made the gargoyle cry?
Who blinded Horus' eye?
Who plucked the fairy's wings and sold them to the fly?
Who bound the hooves of the fawn?
Who found the tooth embedded in the flesh of the muted songbird?
Who shat in the daffodil patch?
Who snatched the fur from the siamase cat?
I am the eye in the rotten spud
I am the pyrite in the mud, gliterring in the darkness like a dirty needle in the cracks of a dope fiend's apartment
With a cracked stone heart, farting into the stargate
Mating with an Aardvark to birth a new breed of monster to wander onward and devour the fat of the land
Where the f**k is Catamaran?
I know the front of my Fiesta like the back of my hand
And I should own forty acres and a half of some land
A rabbit, a lamb or damn, like, a passenger van
I'm worth something, and this ain't Cinderella's first pumpkin
I'm asleep under the organ at an after-church luncheon
Who can function when the stench is too pungent?
My check's short, my time card missing two punches
I was too hungover, I'm a two-ton boulder
I love card tricks but can't do one sober
Got a dirty tank top with an ascot over
Ain't had a haircut since last october
Who strangled the serpent and made the gargoyle cry?
Who blinded Horus' eye?
Who plucked the fairy's wings and sold them to the fly?
Who bound the hooves of the fawn?
Who found the tooth embedded in the flesh of the muted songbird?
Who shat in the daffodil patch?
Who snatched the fur from the siamase cat?
I am the eye in the rotten spud
I am the pyrite in the mud, gliterring in the darkness like a dirty needle in the cracks of a dope fiend's apartment
With a cracked stone heart, farting into the stargate
Mating with an Aardvark to birth a new breed of monster to wander onward and devour the fat of the land
Where the f**k is Catamaran?
I know the front of my Fiesta like the back of my hand
And I should own forty acres and a half of some land
A rabbit, a lamb or damn, like, a passenger van
I'm worth something, and this ain't Cinderella's first pumpkin
I'm asleep under the organ at an after-church luncheon
Who can function when the stench is too pungent?
My check's short, my time card missing two punches
I was too hungover, I'm a two-ton boulder
I love card tricks but can't do one sober
Got a dirty tank top with an ascot over
Ain't had a haircut since last october
