Tempest – John GrantBy In the halls and in the churchesThey were preening on their lofty perchesAnd holes in their conspiraciesAnd they were looking right at meCome play Tempest with meOr maybe MillipedeWe can while away the hoursAway from the hordesI’ve almost reached the yellow boardsI hear the doors of institutionsOpening and slamming shutThey were desperate for solutionsThey were drowning in their elocutionsCome play Tempest with meOr maybe CentipedeWe can hang out in the mallIt’s where I feel at homeAnd I don’t want to be aloneCome play Tempest with meOr maybe CentipedeWe can hang out in the mallAway from the hordesI’ve almost reached those nasty green boards www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20