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Haunting, intelligent singer-songwriter.

Let he without sin  

Let he without sin  

Cheese chess pieces on a chopping board Egg timer for a head
There is a ship and an ocean inside a bottle A gramophone on the bed

Sunset kisses on the mushroom cloud Pale pink pigs in flight
Laying in a hammock of banana skin Boxes frying sunny side

Smoking pipes, plywood violin
Packed inside the wicker man
Puppet masks playing kite with a cloud Teeth in the palm of his hand

I am standing in a glass house throwing stones
I am standing in a crowded room feeling so alone I am standing in a glass house throwing stones
I am standing in a crowded room feeling so alone

Mr Pot calls kettle black
With his two headed rattle snake
A gift horse knocks on the door three times Picking teeth with a T-bone steak
There are bitter drops in a golden goblet
A dwarf on the back of a frog
Jesters playing with the mad king’s crown Whilst Satan sits watching with his dogs Satisfied minds, they come so rare
Blind, deaf, and thin
Ripped out tongues and a hangman’s noose Drowning imps are learning to swim

I am standing in a glass house throwing stones
I am standing in a crowded room feeling so alone I am standing in a glass house throwing stones
I am standing in a crowded room feeling so alone

Curtains fallen down on the show Tragedy play titled ‘Man’
Fruits with wings, blood red things Beating bones on a watering can The future smells of gasoline

The pen is mightier than the sword
Barking at the moon, burnt by the sun
Who is the Chairman of the board?
The sheep are herded by Satan’s hand Whilst the dinosaurs are taking a bath
The gallows creaking awaiting war criminals Whilst the hyena’s play and laugh

I am standing in a glass house throwing stones
I am standing in a crowded room feeling so alone I am standing in a glass house throwing stones
I am standing in a crowded room feeling so alone

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