Hundred strips across the face Billions trillions on the back Squeezing out tomato paste Lisa steps outside the rack Pity for her enemy Doomed and vanquished in advance Final stroke of gory red Underlines the martial stance
Violet dots around the eyes Fidgety midgety on his knees Peter creeps out from inside Wooden horse accompanies All is lost now for his foes Raise their stronghold to the ground Watch with pleasure as it goes Up in smoke without a sound All over now
Twenty years are now gone Terrapin hairpin on her head Lisa hands her better one To a tall and freckled lad Peter is his given name In his loft amongst the blues One can find the very same Wooden horse with rusty shoes
Few hours later coming home Levity brevity on the wing Entering the pleasure dome Laughing at the simple things Traded ketchup for a stick Swapped the horsey with a bike At the warpath still they meet Ever eager for a fight Forever now