Was he badly mistaken or guided As he'd wonder his valley built in silence He'd cover his face to speak As he chewed off his finger to the bone The haze of his coloured days That marched with content as his dignity splits to unveil His bitter sweetness
The town would shudder and stare At his pleasant to a single glare As he makes his way through the local square And he says to them You're a broken fence in the yard of annoyance You're a broken fence in the yard of annoyance Annoyance
Hang the cyst Hang the cyst Hang the cyst
The first time that they saw him laugh Was at the sight of his wilting noose And the chance was soon reduced to an angry silence He escaped in the shock of the snap His wonderful vanishing act Was a spectacle but not one anyone expected The ruse was planned as much as the broach pinned dagger The ruse was planned as much as the broach pinned dagger
Catch the cyst Catch the cyst Catch the cyst Catch the cyst
