Wonder Annual

Hustle, fustle
Push shove bustle
So goes the dance of the milling mass
Work, rent, mortgage
Magic shortage
Why queue for milk from their golden ass

Open up your Wonder Annual
Turn on the leaves of your private book
Open up your Wonder Annual
And, if I may, can I lay and look?
At the gold and the silver
That will fly from your hands

Hands of Ripper pours paint stripper
Toasting the worms in their shallow graves
Draw your blinds down
Sketch an unfrown
Show me the door through which all are saved

Open up your Wonder Annual
Turn on the leaves of your private book
Open up your Wonder Annual
And, if I may, can I lay and look?
At the shells full of pearl
That will float from your gate
And if lust equals knowledge
Then I side with the snake

Open up your Wonder Annual
Turn on the leaves of your private book
Open up your Wonder Annual
And, if I may, can I lay and look?

Open up your Wonder Annual
Turn on the leaves of your private book
Open up your Wonder Annual
And, if I may . .