Låttexter:
Silver Sun Service

fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos in the evenin' sun

there. place, In a golden vessel and silver vase, kept them burning in the strange enchanted Kept them burning to the sky, for they knew someday the sun

seen before He went to sleep in the bidest And when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages Called up some escort services and

He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages Called up escort services and ordered some

call centre battery hens, Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the citadel denizens. Airport shoeshines servicing the suits among the little silver

He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages Called up escort services and ordered some

frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun

before He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages Called up escort services and ordered

make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water as the sun