Rud Fins
Robert Pollard
I was shaken down
From the open sky
I went underground
And I could not fly
I am strange
There is crime with to get away
For any time with the captain Hudson rake
I came crashing out
By the third world change
With sin admiral stikit
And I could not die
Never bound nor gagged
And by every doomsday prophecy
No private tears sent to officer me this man
Don't rake your brain cells, Harold
It's just a theory to be held
Imagine it when you can
Imagine it when you can
Imagine it when you can
Imagine it when you can
Imagine it when you can