Текст песни престарелым - уховёртка

By a dark dark night in his little cradle
I rocked in a room full of old grandfathers
And one of the grandfathers went to that cradle
And with a bony hand he reached into my ear
And with a bony foot he climbed into my ear
Oak head climbed inside
A whole old de-eater inside my head
A whole spiteful de-eater fit there
And now he sits grumbling about his vision
And sits groaning-it now, he has arthritis
And the king sits from within my eyes
And sits kicking my bad tongue

At the bloody dawn, I rocked in the cradle
On a veranda full of little dragonflies
And one of those dragonflies climbed into my eyes
And one of those dragonflies was not easy
She betrayed me to the rite of passage
She gave me to her god
And God gave me faceted vision
The ant god gave me a new face
I have chitin under my skin everywhere now
And now I want to eat flies and spiders
So we somehow live in your stupid society
Man-old grandfather and baba-dragonfly