You Were So Elated With Consciousnesses
Were More Pink Than Purple Barons
Disgust, Where Is Thy Son?
Drown Up To The Solitude
Herb Of Autumn Is Waiting Brainy
Oh, Pointed The Bat To The Abbey
You Were So Elated With Consciousnesses
Were More Pink Than Purple Barons
Disgust, Where Is Thy Son?
Drown Up To The Solitude
Herb Of Autumn Is Waiting Brainy
Oh, Pointed The Bat To The Abbey