Lyric

Is there still that pub?

That broken loudspeaker.

Spooky bad meat dish.

Smells! smells!

Beer glass with small bugs.

Bloodstained styrene foam.

The master talks very much.

Smile! smile!

I have to run away.

That fearful memory.

Is there still that pub?

Reptile of that bottling

For what was that put?

Trash! trash!

Brown soup with his hair.

I found it after I ate.

But he's well-meaning.

Trash! trash!

I have to run away.

That fearful memory.

I thought it was not real.

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