Cardiacs - Ditzy Scene | Текст песни

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Hungry mouths to feed,
Sick aggregate.
Sworn in, scorning,
Fast and just wheezing for air.
And hail.

Golden phrasing I,
Lights and principles.
On-ly squeaking.
Luck's ferocious left hand,
Stalled.

Now mult-i-ply a ten-strong baying million,

All charred, all hearts full of hurting.

Testifying in me.

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