The Closets of Henry
Robert E Pollard Jr
Mumbling now with nowhere left to go
Charlemagne's creation for the slow
Of an old king's secret file
A jewelbox for his nose
Now they've got no fresh king for a creep That comes and goes oh
Wings refer to the wedding cake
The glass is full, and hearts will break
The primal scream is hard to take
You know oh
Calling deep but a shallow spirit
He called for his gardener and his company
Tumult for the tactile and the crisis that is today
Common facts about the unknown hiking all the way, hey
Wings refer to the wedding cake
The glass is full, and hearts will break
The primal scream is hard to take
You know, oh
Something I got you have taken
More or less we're somewhat shaken
Make with it more ill-begotten gain
Try and explain