I caught the fish,
That little lonesome fish.
On my hook,
Look at the little fish.
A Cosmonaut in the making?
I defecate on such folly.
Hang yourself now, Bill.
Or face the acrimony of the Eaglets
When they've eaten the Asthmatic Lizard.
Try to stop them.
There is no syzygy.
I'll be back, in your descendents' lifetime,
But you won't be, Bill.
You won't be.
That little lonesome fish.
On my hook,
Look at the little fish.
A Cosmonaut in the making?
I defecate on such folly.
Hang yourself now, Bill.
Or face the acrimony of the Eaglets
When they've eaten the Asthmatic Lizard.
Try to stop them.
There is no syzygy.
I'll be back, in your descendents' lifetime,
But you won't be, Bill.
You won't be.
