ROCK
I was drowned,
I was washed up
and left for dead
I fell down to my feet
and I saw they bled, yeah yeah
I frowned at the crumbs
of a crust of bread
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned
with a spike
right through my head
But it's all right now,
in fact, it's a gas
I was washed up
and left for dead
I fell down to my feet
and I saw they bled, yeah yeah
I frowned at the crumbs
of a crust of bread
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned
with a spike
right through my head
But it's all right now,
in fact, it's a gas