作曲 : Marcus He was a pretty boy, Stayed at our house. He took his girlfriend and They went off to Laos. They took a photo there Of his heart. Some things you should never see. Some things you should never see. Some things you should never see But there they are. But there they are. At the last supper sits Jesus Christ. Beneath his disciples fits Some device. Holding double A batteries On the side. And the halo circling round his head, Twinkle on and off in red. As he holds up a piece of bread And rolls his eyes, Rolls his eyes. How could that poet state? Such a phrase. "Never look an angel straight In the face?" He knows they like to wait In the strangest places. Motel rooms, pharmacies, Photographs, batteries. Some things you should never see. Some things. Some things you should never see But hey - You see them anyway. Anyway.
作曲 : Marcus He was a pretty boy, Stayed at our house. He took his girlfriend and They went off to Laos. They took a photo there Of his heart. Some things you should never see. Some things you should never see. Some things you should never see But there they are. But there they are. At the last supper sits Jesus Christ. Beneath his disciples fits Some device. Holding double A batteries On the side. And the halo circling round his head, Twinkle on and off in red. As he holds up a piece of bread And rolls his eyes, Rolls his eyes. How could that poet state? Such a phrase. "Never look an angel straight In the face?" He knows they like to wait In the strangest places. Motel rooms, pharmacies, Photographs, batteries. Some things you should never see. Some things. Some things you should never see But hey - You see them anyway. Anyway.
