- published: 16 Apr 2015
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Pretty teeth scrapy clean with a wind-up machine
Im feeling very striking, its taken to my liking
Its a fine man who cups his breath
with a will to please
Wipy hand across the blazer
No-one here makes a sound
Standing up or sitting down
We grin like alligators
assist with apparatus
Theres a strange feeling in my mind
and the room's too warm
and lit with MacDonalds lighting
And the tool the tool forever
falling down planes against the grain
of the wood of the box for my soul
and my aching heart
The tool forever falling down planes again and (x4)
all of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres all
creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy
all around the world
on land and in the sea