SNOWMAN
5:00 AM Jimmy wakes up
In the middle of a quiet scene
Lightning up a cigarette
Popping some pills in the midst of the quarantaine
Defying the curfew
Marks 'plague' on his forehead
And hits the quiet scene
Spraying deep space benzene
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
The dawn rises
Ominously deserted streets
As the Apocalyps turns
Fearing fear of contagion
As long as the city burns
Fire, Brimstone and sex
Appeal to mother nature
Rejoicing naked breaths
Mankind surely rests
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
It's 6:00 AM when Snowman throws
Cobblestones shattering glass
Of the Palaces of holy grief
Banks on High Street
While sniffing laughing gass
Stoning commanders in chief
Outside the void of thoughts
The Universe keeps drawing lots
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
By 7 he is done
By 7 he is high
Thoughts flying random sort
Kites running wild people die
Let's cut the cord!
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
In the middle of a quiet scene
Lightning up a cigarette
Popping some pills in the midst of the quarantaine
Defying the curfew
Marks 'plague' on his forehead
And hits the quiet scene
Spraying deep space benzene
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
The dawn rises
Ominously deserted streets
As the Apocalyps turns
Fearing fear of contagion
As long as the city burns
Fire, Brimstone and sex
Appeal to mother nature
Rejoicing naked breaths
Mankind surely rests
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
It's 6:00 AM when Snowman throws
Cobblestones shattering glass
Of the Palaces of holy grief
Banks on High Street
While sniffing laughing gass
Stoning commanders in chief
Outside the void of thoughts
The Universe keeps drawing lots
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
By 7 he is done
By 7 he is high
Thoughts flying random sort
Kites running wild people die
Let's cut the cord!
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
Snowman reigns in the lost words
The lost souls of old
Snowman speaks in riddles
He's coming in from the cold
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Bosland, Peter Kattenburg
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