Lyrics
Oh man, I'm going insane
They shouldn't took the apples down from the trees
There's swarms of locust like cloaks of rain
They shouldn't took the apples down from the trees
I wanna go outside and play
They shouldn't took the apples down from the trees
No, no, Johnny, not today
They shouldn't took the apples down from the tree
Round juicy spear, gift for his dear
Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree
Round juicy spear, skinned with a spear
Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away
Round juicy spear, so red in here
Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic
Juicy spear, so rеd in here
All work, no rest, makе Johnny see red mist
Buried in nylon, duvet is my hole
Sucked by flies through their curly straw
If you asked to explain, I can try and draw
Pull up your mask, your face
I must see this detail if this place is to be truthful
Oh Johnny, what are you, mate?
Could you add some color or a lighter shade?
Vantablack this canvas is sprawled
Scribbled out, black charcoal, I draw
Juicy spear, gift for his dear
Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree
Round juicy spear, skinned with a spear
Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away
Round juicy spear, so red in here
Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic
Juicy spear, so red in here
All work, no rest, make Johnny see red mist