Brian Eno - Third Uncle текст песни

There are tins

There was pork

There are legs

There are sharks

There was john

There are cliffs

There was mother

Theres a poker

There was you

Then there was you.

There are scenes

There are blues

There are boots

There are shoes

There are turks

There are fools

Theyre in lockers

Theyre in schools

There in you

Then there was you.

Burn my fingers

Burn my toes

Burn my uncle

Burn his books

Burn his shoes

Cook the leather

Put it on me

Does it fit me

Or you?

It looks tight on you.