歌词
Pretty teeth scrapy clean
With a wind-up machine
I'm feeling very striking
It's taken to my liking
It's a fine man who cups his breath
With a will to please
Wipey hand across the blazer
No-one here makes a sound
Standing up or sitting down
We grin like alligators
Assist with apparatus
Theres a strange feeling in my mind
And the room's too warm
And lit with MacDonalds lighting
And the tool the tool forever
Falling down planes against the grain
Of the wood for the box for my soul
And my aching heart
The tool forever falling down planes again and
The tool forever falling down planes again and
All of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres all
Creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy
All around the world on land and in the sea
All of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres all
Creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy
All around the world on land and in the sea
In the sea!
