Bedlam Sticks

In a place where long lost souls are led astray,
A penny is cheap price to pay,
We play those poke´em in the nostril games all day,
Oh, the fun! Oh, the joy! they all would say,
Ode to tranquils meant to soothe,
Head riots, all them bells in my mind in high pursuit,
In love with a spine, I try to stroke it most of the time,
I wish they could, wish they would leave us alone, leave us alone
Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you.
Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you.
Life on clouds and walls in bloom,
Bring the cookie, kill the cookie!
Who's the cookie, I'm the cookie!
Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you.
Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you.
We’ll sing along and the birds will hum!
Bring the cookie, kill the cookie!
Who's the cookie, I'm the cookie!
The warden plays such a pretty little tune,
We call it the toenail dance and we're in love with the fumes,
A sweet and innocent after tear romance,
Painting blisters on our feet, more sugar by any chance?
We sway in time to the rhythm we left behind,
Are we entertained by the lunacy at hand?
What we see is man's cruelty,
We're down on our knees begging you please.
Leave us alone…
Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you.
Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you.
Life on clouds and walls in bloom,
I’ll sing along and the birds will.
Life on clouds and walls in bloom,
I’ll sing along and the birds will.
Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you.
Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you.
Life on clouds and walls in bloom,
Bring the cookie, kill the cookie!
Who's the cookie, I'm the cookie!
Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you.
Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you.
We’ll sing along and the birds will hum!
Bring the cookie, kill the cookie!
Who's the cookie, I'm the cookie!