Letra de The Boiling Boy
Gifts of the west winds Dark and deep In secret sunset Spaces creepLock up your hats Lock up your hatsProgress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at homeLock up your hats Lock up your hatsHe transferred his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a victim of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heartLock up your hats Lock up your hats