Have you ever seen a bloody egg? Glass in hand, lying up in bed That's the time to sing this cowardly lullaby And you ought to know why
Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low In the night where batwings flow That's where all the frightmares go When the elephants die Wouldn't you like to try?
Have you ever heard the blackbird's song? Summer days, all summer long Underneath a shady tree a shadow sitting next to me And we stare at the sun
Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low In the night where batwings flow That's where all the frightmares go When the elephants die Wouldn't you like to try?
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