Artist: the doors
Song: mental floss
All deserters will be shot at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning
So get yourselves together and quit messing around, no more nonsense
The assassination occurred at 3:30, no one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced by the sad mildew cloud that followed around
I wish I was back in the land of the, of the, aahm uhm
You can't pin that one on me, I didn't do a goddamn thing
I was just standing there then a bunch of guys came up
And started laying all this shit on me, now what am I supposed to do?
I'm an American! You can't touch me!
Did you know all nuns are 42? And their eyes are blue?
Did you know all table clothes are white in France?
Did you know women wear underpants?
Well, they do
How does a musician imitate the sound of underpants sliding
Over a woman's thighs, down over her ankles
And over her little toes? And the rings on her toes?
And her unequipped toe nails?
Lightning struck the magic purse, I didn't do a damn thing, man!
I was just standing there in front of the 'Delicatessen'
And all these rabbies ran up and a bunch of Indians and freaks
And monsters and [unverified] just started mhmh
Talking in all these weird languages, what aah, what could I say?
Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musician, I wanna be Napoleon!
Let's have some more wars around here
What a stinking, shitty little war we have running over there
Let's get a big one! A real big one!
With a lotta killings and bombs and blood
School days, school days
Good old-fashioned rule days
School days, school days
Good old-fashioned rule days
