Royal Night of the Living Dead
Royal night of the living dead
A unicorn with a dragon's head
A bicycle for a pair of legs
Driving over nests of eggs
And blankets coated beyond
Ignorance became a crime
That oiled a once rusted voice
Senselessly spoken by choice
As your man becomes unruly
I'm reading to understand yours truly
Fascination with human error
Scorpionic thoughts of terror
And then there's so much more I'm not asking
Much less time than what I'm relaxing
Four is the number of number ones that strangely keeps me in touch with basking
Now and then I ball a fist
At myself for playful stagnance
While you're talking politics
I'm thinking dinosaurs and dragons
I've been suggested medication
Laying down to self help
I don't want medication
That I don't prescribe myself
And I've seen horns on a thorny face
A lake of the fiery human race
And for half a minute yesterday
A unicorn had a horse's face
Searching for a door
Working for a score
I am an astronaut
Soaring to the bar
Down to the earth's core
Scrape the dirt for more
I am on my own until you play guitar
We all mind the times
We all find our grind
Watch the worrying world until I forget I climb
I reach hand over hand
Fingernails are for sand
Spitting out the dust of the earth when it's on my mind
A unicorn with a dragon's head
A bicycle for a pair of legs
Driving over nests of eggs
And blankets coated beyond
Ignorance became a crime
That oiled a once rusted voice
Senselessly spoken by choice
As your man becomes unruly
I'm reading to understand yours truly
Fascination with human error
Scorpionic thoughts of terror
And then there's so much more I'm not asking
Much less time than what I'm relaxing
Four is the number of number ones that strangely keeps me in touch with basking
Now and then I ball a fist
At myself for playful stagnance
While you're talking politics
I'm thinking dinosaurs and dragons
I've been suggested medication
Laying down to self help
I don't want medication
That I don't prescribe myself
And I've seen horns on a thorny face
A lake of the fiery human race
And for half a minute yesterday
A unicorn had a horse's face
Searching for a door
Working for a score
I am an astronaut
Soaring to the bar
Down to the earth's core
Scrape the dirt for more
I am on my own until you play guitar
We all mind the times
We all find our grind
Watch the worrying world until I forget I climb
I reach hand over hand
Fingernails are for sand
Spitting out the dust of the earth when it's on my mind
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Writer(s): Ryan Knox
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