(brian eno) There were tims There was pork There are legs There are skarks There was John There are cliffs There was mother There's a poker There was you Then there was you
There are scenes There are blues There are boots There are shoes There are Turks There are fools They're in lockers They're in schools They're in you Then there was you
Burn my fingers Burn my toes Burn my uncle Burn his books Burn his shoes Cook the leather Put it on me Does it fit me Or you It looks tight on you
