Original lyrics

EN

Here come the language meanies They don't speak a word Picture pretty conflicts And they will love yr work I'm not superstitious but maybe I'm losing my mind 'Cos I just met these wonderful witches Who seem to have captured time Mellow realism The pleasures of peace Backstages of prison Yr wink is my release I'm not here to fuck up But I just wanna say That if you just don't shut up soon I'll have to quit the play Here come the language meanies Here comes the party line Can you say b-e-d spells bed? Can you say it to my eye? I'm not superstitious But maybe I''m losing my faith 'Cos I just met these wonderful witches who seem to have captured space