Crouching Tigers and Scratching Dragons | |
Head up turning, my sight sees complex, Tasting like a banana toothpaste, Crouching tigers and scratching dragons, Black iced igloos and squared wheeled wagons, The place is hazy, I see no glory, We ride these steeds but there's no end of story Crossing the border to the sphere of fear The truth is close but it is seldom near We thought we're in the front but we're in the rear There's no point in this blunted spear I'm holding the wheel but I can't steer Where the mouth can see and eyes can hear Steering our way to town Riding this pony down ( X4 ) We are looking for a place called big cake Sugar mixed with flour and real eggs Instead we see Jack and Jill at the lake Getting drunk and down laid ( X2 ) So dark Vinegar skies stealing gas stations So bright You hope, you see, your lights are bursting Dei macha, I think we should get out from here la Macha, I think we are in the cake la macha Ah ! Are we ? Try lick the walls man ! Head up turning, my sight sees complex, Tasting like a banana toothpaste, Crouching tigers and scratching dragons, Black iced igloos and squared wheeled wagons, The place is hazy, I see no glory, We ride these steeds but there's no end of story Crossing the border to the sphere of fear The truth is close but it is seldom near We thought we're in the front but we're in the rear There's no point in this blunted spear I'm holding the wheel but I can't steer Where the mouth can see and eyes can hear |