Repetition is the Rice of Life (Kath the Poetic Baker) ft. Skin Vehicles & ANEURGASM Lyrics

The camel sat on the beetle

As the dragon picked its nose,

And the walrus took up singing its own prose

I looked at the sea of syrup where gargoyles frolic and play

With balls of dragon snot

Where gold is cheap and silver turns to rust.

No spice is here for the taking

No glitter or glam by the hearth

And the snow fell deep in the desert

And rain rose from the mountains

As the pink crabs crawled about

Where no one sang of the cardboard

Or spoke about the war

But everyone knew that bedlam

Was repeating one night evermore

And soon the meat turned sour

And the moon was made of blue cheese

Where repetition was the rice of life

When the kookaburra sneezed