Chiklets - Bonus Track
Don't worry, we'll find it
But keep it really sexy
And like dark, you know, like a really deep cave
Last night
Last night I awoke up from a dream
Came face to face
With my face facing the tombstone teeth
Of a man called Chiklets
He came down through the ages
With the desperate beauty of a middleweight boxer
Came beating the force field
With elegant grace
He was, he was trying to get a perfect grip
But there was no absolute grip
He was in a sail boat
In a glass bottom boat
In the bottom of a boat, he was coming down
Through the ages
Sea waxy molten, hot liquor spilling down
The tube, the spiny eye of the village
The spinal eye of his victim
The spiny eye tip, it was living in his victim like a question mark
He hovered over him, you know
What do you want from him?
What do you want from him?
What do you want from him?
Too much unexplained
What do you think about it?
Think there was an actual connection
I just can't imagine a connection going down there
I can't imagine any connection at all
It was like
Like a boxing ring with gold ropes, soft
It's very, the softest desperate karat top
Spinning and coming down through the ages
41 BC
Give yourself a fade out
But keep it really sexy
And like dark, you know, like a really deep cave
Last night
Last night I awoke up from a dream
Came face to face
With my face facing the tombstone teeth
Of a man called Chiklets
He came down through the ages
With the desperate beauty of a middleweight boxer
Came beating the force field
With elegant grace
He was, he was trying to get a perfect grip
But there was no absolute grip
He was in a sail boat
In a glass bottom boat
In the bottom of a boat, he was coming down
Through the ages
Sea waxy molten, hot liquor spilling down
The tube, the spiny eye of the village
The spinal eye of his victim
The spiny eye tip, it was living in his victim like a question mark
He hovered over him, you know
What do you want from him?
What do you want from him?
What do you want from him?
Too much unexplained
What do you think about it?
Think there was an actual connection
I just can't imagine a connection going down there
I can't imagine any connection at all
It was like
Like a boxing ring with gold ropes, soft
It's very, the softest desperate karat top
Spinning and coming down through the ages
41 BC
Give yourself a fade out
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Kral
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