The kiddy to your left
wishes he wasn't white
and he's very jealous of the kiddy to yr right
Who wishes he wasn't brown
and fishes for applause
cracking witticisms
splitting metaphors
For that girl Alice
Leggy clever clogs
who's a bit embarassed that
her voice is very posh
So she tones it down
Makes it proper street
Papa would be shocked that she
Drops T's
Drops E's
Drop comes and they jiggle like a loon
Shaking out shapes to the wiggle of the tune
What a pickernick of humans
spillikany mess
Kiddie to your right kiddy to your left
Pick a head, pick a spin-dly
spillikan and guess
What heart is it
that is sitting in his chest
Pick one Mr Architect
disregard the rest
Ask questions
try cast the net

Who's that moving in the dark?
Me man it's me man it's only me.

You've never known anything half as deep as
the place Mark harbours secrets
Sitting in the bath he feeds hemp seeds to his penis
And calls it big bad keith and that's deep
But still isn't as weird as the dreams lizzie has
bout the valley of the broad green lily pads
and the sugar trees growing piggy carcasses
Rotting udders milked by midget gardeners
With dartboards for eyes and birds on leashes
the gardeners will die if the birdsong ceases
and that's deep
But no deeper that the pit he's stuck in
And the fact he's busy fucking Lizzie's husband
That's why he, holds Lizzie's hand tightly
Turn our insides out we are unsightly
So don't claim lofty morals mister mighty
The only gods round here sit beside me

Who's that moving in the dark?
Me man it's me man it's only me.