Songtext von The Logical Pink Gizmo And The Gingerbread Man

The smell of the sick A nauseating splatter It scrapes it cracks and clatters An empty silver platter! Its mottled and its tabby I don't know who to blame A logical pink gizmo Spitting out soft noises Its a magician of sort Conjures up the next world People on pedestals Are taking turns to be God Taking turns to be God There's alternating stitches running through my head Oh no! It can run but it can't hide No point picking up the pace My legs are kind of weak But I will catch you soon! Setting up a trap or two For that sapid gingerbread man It can run but it can't hide Yes it will crumble soon And by then I'll be sane A ruse a sham a trick a trap The gingerbread man's last stop It scrapes it cracks it clicks it clacks The empty silver platter Its raw its sweet its sour spit The gingerbread man's luscious taste The jelly chunks and slags of meat The scent attracts the rats and worms And I'm a magician of sort I conjure up the next world People on pedestals Are taking turns to be God Taking turns to be God Bloody hell It can run but it can't hide No point picking up the pace My legs are kind of weak But I will catch you soon! Setting up a trap or two For that sapid gingerbread man It can run but it can't hide Yes it will crumble soon And by then I'll be sane