Текст песни Fall - Impression Of J Temperance
Fall - Impression Of J Temperance слова песни
Hate wide for dog breederin the [town of her thoughts]Never seen dog breederThis is the tale of his replica.Name was J. TemperanceOnly two did not hate himBecause peasants fear local indifferencePet shop and the vet, Cameron.One night vet is called outfrom his overpaid leisureTo Temperance household, their limit ran outand phoned his wife in terror.The next bit is hard to relate.(There are no read-outs to this part of the track.)The new born thing hard to describeLike a rat that`s been trapped insideA warehouse face, near a city tideBrown sockets, purple eyesA bed with rubbish from disposal bargesBrown uncovered no changeling,as the birth was witnessed.Only one person could do this:Yes, it`s CameronAnd the thing was in theImpression of J. Temperance.This hideous replica.