Eat Your Sons letra

Albert the pintpot explains relativity with trainsets and planets and atoms and ether and how in the end everything's politics. He says, "Have you met my relatives, You wouldn't like them either."



An ape will wear my clothes
A bird will parrot out my words
A dolphin plays my games and my baby acts monkeyish
The horse is in the stable and he's talking perfect sense
on the essential stench of manhood and dosing up the dead.
Play the fool don't be the fool
All the old boys are going m eat their sons now
Ulysses cast out you, net
Amerigo Vespucius cast out your net'
Hey, Hythloday cast out your net
Plato boy, cast out you, net
The pig is in the parlour.
Scylia's harpies dance them.
They're dancing on the irony board.
Play the fool don't be the fool!
Pull down the eyelids blind.
All the old boys are going to eat their sons now

The Three Johns - Letras

• 3 Junk
• Atom Drum Bop
• Beat It on a Rock
• Black Heart
• Book of the Dead
• Bullshitiaco
• Coals To Newcastle
• Death of European
• Demon Drink
• Desire for Chaos
• Do not cross the line
• Downhearted Blues
• Dr. freedom
• Eat Your Sons
• Fast Fish
• Firepits
• Go Ahead Bikini
• Humbug
• In the Hell and High
• Jason's dream
• Johny the perfect Son
• Key Largo
• King Car
• Missing
• Never And Always
• No Place
• Nonsense Spews From My Song Machine
• Skeleton man
• SMASHTIME
• Sold down the river
• Sometime
• Spin Me Round
• Sun Of Mund
• Teenage Nightingales To Wax
• The Devil's Music
• The King is Dead (Four Words Too Long
• The Ship That Died Of Shame
• Thunder and Rum
• Toleration
• Torche Of Liberty
• World By Storm