كلمات One in Six Children Will Flee in Boats

Silver gnomes all in my dome and cameras can finally roam By themselves, they've got hearts to moan And friends of mine have got friends with coke Oh, rabbit, rabbit, you've this habit of breaking legs and nouveau carat And my heart has passed its final rite and it's breaking legs for dollars These blue boards keep on creaking in my head These blue boards, creaking on my ship Though the light is an undescribed sanction Who you questioning in the blue-black dirt? Over that ridge a hunter lives, stake him out with broken gifts By the light, by the merry man who gave his lives when he gave knives to children Raise him up, stake him up, grab the sun and drink his blood in cups Don't wait to be a monarch, man Oh I'll bet you can, I know you can These blue boards keep on creaking in my head These blue boards, creaking on my ship Though the light is taking its time Who you questioned in the blue-black dirt?