Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain And wiped away the beads of sweat That glistened on his brow His tired feet were buried in the quagmire And his
I come from atop the mountain, baby Where the people come to pray I comes from atop the mountain baby Where the people come to pray There ain't no truth
Wilson's foul domain A lullaby the breezes whisper And I look into her eyes And my frozen heart begins to thaw And burns, 'til layer after layer Melts away into
slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped
Passing through the corridor I came upon an aging knight Who leaned against the wall in gnarly armor He was on his way to see the king Wilson, Wilson,
Hey, hey, hey, hey Come from the North where the oceans freeze Spent three long months at the open seas Paddled 'til it seemed I could take no more Till
Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on
They call me the sloth Way down in the ghetto Italian spaghetti Singing falsetto Sleeping all day Rip Van Winklin' Spend my nights in bars Glasses tinklin
Översättning: Phish. Mannen som klev in igår.
