Letra de Numanoid Hang-glide
Please don't tell me what you think while I tell you about The copse that I retreat to where I'm hemmed in by the Larch Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a whileI was best man dead in our road four years on the run Always chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jogWhere once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knees You hang-glide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind And have to write them all down for the nurseGazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gatesI said to Jesus, "How much do you love me?" He said "This much" and he stretched out his arms and died And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply? Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO Speedwagon SpeedwagonLa la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la