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Livin` on
beatles
Text: Carl-Fredrik Jensen Musik: Carl-Fredrik Jensen
Out on a stroll in a freshsummer park when you hear a crunching
sound coming from the tree-bark, you turn around to see what`s
makeing that noise and then you see a little beatle who has made
his last choise. You`re picking him up just to carry him home
and a spicyer aroma`s breezing from his fresh bones. Imagening
the taste that comes with pepper and salt and you don`t realy
care it`s not the batles fault...
You`re livin` on beatles, you`re livin` on beatles, you`re the
one who`s livin` on beatles, you`re livin` on beatles, you`re
the one
The little beatle`s struggeling for his life as you put him on
a plate beside a glass of bear and a knive. He`s trying to tell
you that he`s not very tasty but you`ve done this sort of thing
before and it`s not `cause you`re lazy. "A minor problem
in my childhood I had" was the story the beatle heard, he
said "Oh no, Im so sad", then a fork just executed
his voice. Now the beatle is dead he is missing a head and it`s
not his first choise...
You`re livin` on beatles, you`re livin` on beatles, you`re the
one who`s livin` on beatles, you`re livin` on beatles, you`re
the one
You`re livin` on beatles, you`re livin` on beatles, you`re the
one who`s livin` on beatles, you`re livin` on beatles, you`re
the one who`s livin` on beatles. |
