The Chickpea Darlings - Please Don't Touch the Walrus or Sit on the Iceberg

Please don't touch the walrus
Or sit on the iceberg
See the girth of the tusk
And the glittering slush
And keep your hands to yourself
They say we're all made
From the same filth and clay
But you just feel different
So tragic and gifted
Can't imagine your death

Fundamentally flawed
Temperamentally bored
Existentially yours
And out of my face
Too many miles on the clock
Gone off half-cocked
Dethroned and defrocked
And going to waste

Could be that there is comet
And it's got your name on it
The punishment's fine
Keeps the bad boys in line
It's their passport to heaven
But if there's no karma
Maybe God's got amnesia
He's wiped the slate clean
For everyone
For ever and ever

Fundamentally flawed
Temperamentally bored
Existentially yours
And out of His face
Too many miles on the clock
Gone off half-cocked
Dethroned and defrocked
And going to waste
And going to waste
And going to waste

Looks like you've caught a stray shot
And the claret won't clot
But sometimes the wine
That rots on the vine
Is the one that tastes sweetest
And as they lower you down
Into the indolent ground
Don't let the laughter of Freud
In that beckoning void
Make you feel defeatist

Fundamentally flawed
Temperamentally bored
Existentially yours
And out of my face
Too many miles on the clock
Gone off half-cocked
Dethroned and defrocked
And going to waste
And going to waste

So please don't touch the walrus
No, please don't touch the walrus
Or sit on the iceberg
Please don't touch the walrus
Or sit on the iceberg
Don't sit on the iceberg
No, don't sit on the iceberg
And don't touch the walrus
Please don't touch the walrus
Or sit on the iceberg

Written by:
Huw Darling

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