Two Spoons

I got two Spoons buried in the ground
wan called shug the other wan is Tam
Drank some curly Jack now my hat's gone
it's black and white with a picture of a cat
Jumbo jet is a strange name for a plane
It could have been called the flying crane
Cobra Snakes worn as neckties
Chimneys made out of human skulls
Walking miles of barb wire
Just to find two spoons buried in the ground

I got two Spoons buried in the ground
Wan called shug the other wan is Tam
Cold volcanic masses
Shaped like twisted human flesh
Jumping Dave skulks in conceild enteramces
While ladies of the night ply there trade
I got polycarbonate eyes and see in monochrome
Black and white bulletproof views of the future
Walking forty seven miles of barb wire
Just to find two spoons buried in the ground



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Writer(s): Alan Hipson
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