Tiny red eyed snail thing
Jumps up to the edge and sings
Propaganda penetrates the mind
Ugly slimy pixie wings
Flying on the lies of kings
Don't listen to your friends
Thinking of me think of you
Smell the smell of bone stew
Don't tick outside the box
Tumble down the cliff of cliffs
Was he really spaceman spiff
Or was he just a weird looking fox
Feel the sordid mess
Running down your yellow dress
Does it really smell like the colour three?
What is it about this stuff
That makes us huff and puff
And laugh when we think of thee
Purple tie in the sky
Look up with the fear to die
But it's only a windsock
Chemicals in the atmosphere
Fill the public with no fear
Keep them happy and they'll follow you
Intergalactic Cow - Crawling on Your Spine Lyrics
Intergalactic Cow - Crawling on Your Spine Lyrics
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Tiny red eyed snail thing
Jumps up to the edge and sings
Propaganda penetrates the mind
Ugly slimy pixie wings
Flying on the lies of kings
Don't listen to your friends
Thinking of me think of you
Smell the smell of bone stew
Don't tick outside the box
Tumble down the cliff of cliffs
Was he really spaceman spiff
Or was he just a weird looking fox
Feel the sordid mess
Running down your yellow dress
Does it really smell like the colour three?
What is it about this stuff
That makes us huff and puff
And laugh when we think of thee
Purple tie in the sky
Look up with the fear to die
But it's only a windsock
Chemicals in the atmosphere
Fill the public with no fear
Keep them happy and they'll follow you
Jumps up to the edge and sings
Propaganda penetrates the mind
Ugly slimy pixie wings
Flying on the lies of kings
Don't listen to your friends
Thinking of me think of you
Smell the smell of bone stew
Don't tick outside the box
Tumble down the cliff of cliffs
Was he really spaceman spiff
Or was he just a weird looking fox
Feel the sordid mess
Running down your yellow dress
Does it really smell like the colour three?
What is it about this stuff
That makes us huff and puff
And laugh when we think of thee
Purple tie in the sky
Look up with the fear to die
But it's only a windsock
Chemicals in the atmosphere
Fill the public with no fear
Keep them happy and they'll follow you
Writer: Jacob Yung
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid