For Fear That Songs Come True

There’s the smell of the earth
And the smell of the earth burning
And the long line, like worms
We burrow-burrowed in

There's the action in the east
It's a crack in the egg
They'll stay standing still until
The bishop finds a vein

And there are things
I'm afraid to sing
For fear that songs come true
And then there is everything else
And then there is you

And then thеre’s the queen
Oh the old queen
Shе finally died
La dada dada

And there are things
I'm afraid to sing
For fear that songs come true
And then there is everything else
And then there is you

Everyone is poor now
Like it always should've been
The king took the cow
But we did the reconnaissance

Everyone is poor now
Like it always should've been
We drained the cow so hollow
We could pop her with a pin

And there are things
I'm afraid to sing
For fear that songs come true
And then there is everything else
And then there is you