Tittelen er enda ikke bestemt, men bandet ihvertfall skal hete "Thomas Thomas Thomas"
Everybody's an ashtray in the smoke
Dont bother Mrs. Misanthropy she's given up all hope
Why don't we resort to pipes and pot
Why bother be sent to The End to be Squashed up
and choked
(we all turn into meat)
It's of the shining offer of your hand.
Kiss myself in the mirror and reject the thought of who I really am
Is there any office for our hope
Can we ever resent to eat charcoal and soap
Will all of those questions be answered or seized
I hope somewhere they're waiting for us with a feast.
Jeg har kalkulert at sangen vil vare i ca. 2min med en del overture, mellomspill, en solo og gjentagelser av siste setning til musikken fader helt ut.
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