Текст песни Residents - Picnic In The Jungle
Residents - Picnic In The Jungle слова песни
Afterwards, it`s like a dreamYou can`t remember but it seemsTo stay alive inside your mindAnd prey upon your leisure timeIt happens in an open spotThe air is sticky and it`s hotFirst they take away our clothesThen they lay us down in rowsA cloud appears and melts awayThe flesh of some while others stayMachines that look like little carsConsume the bones and count the scarsIn a place that no one knowsWe are prisoners of thoseThat no one sees and no one hearsBut everybody hates and fearsEvery day they leave a trayAnd take an empty one awayOn the tray are chicken legsPotato salad and some eggssallysally@lyrics.ch