Ode to The Banana King — текст песни (Tori Amos)

Turning back ten thousand years,

Its all a blur where the taxis go

Monster man a willing friend,

Lucy serves the melon cold



Violent and delicious souls,

Four red trucks dressed illegally,

Mother knows how the bugle blows

Gonna get caught, gonna get caught,

Gonna get caught in her rug, babe



This is not a conclusion,

No revolution,

Just a little confusion

On where your head has been



Boat made out of paper float,

Dreams made up for the banana king, darling

Crumbs you have lapped freely of,

Devious we all have been



Violent and delicious souls

Violent and delicious souls

This is not a conclusion,

No revolution,

Just a little confusion

On where your head has been