Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench A bare arithmetic Look for the boy who was hanging his head low More trophies and ideas To follow their pretend
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
I flew in some spiky whispers and he bought his own rope And skipped against the rode Did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope Devices man are closed He lost all his foot holes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, Fell in the nettles, Fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse And clinging to the door frame he was trapped After a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face There was nowhere to flee Just had to tent in the nettles