Of Montreal
앨범 : If He Is Protecting Our Nation, Then Who Will Protect Big Oil, Our Children?

there`s a hole in my sock where my shoe always bites it
and that`s gotta stop or else
i`ll feel foolish at the sock hop yeah
the sacrament slouch neither guard is to paint in ceramic
my name`s marcus and i`m a martian mime
well of course i`m a mime
where do you think i got this group of scottish trees
and not a brick from brown government buildings
there`s a cloud in my clock
where the seconds always chide it
and that`s got to stop
if i`m going to ride aboard the herbivore yeah
whose hourglass fingers` look stung through the mask
my name`s cassius and i`ve metamorphosized
into a nosy guest talking dresses made of pheasant
from ninety feet down gazebo
and a red saber condom`s horseman
there`s a glare from my smock
where a cardinal ate his shadow
and that`s got to stop
if i`m going to garnish an acorn souffle
the clowns kneeled down and prayed at the
away after first giving them back their bombs so they can
swallow each others faces once again
once again
there`s an oh my in my goodness
genuflecting as in battle
and that`s gotta stop if i`m going to convert
a bouncing sean marshall