There was a man of seven year
He was hit by parade
They marched him out on his back
And he went masquerade
Light shines from the front to the back of your head
Blue skin, pink palms and the ash of the dead
Motor cobra, motor cobra no lower than sky
Cat skin suit and a drum at your side
Light shines from the back to the front of your head
Blue skin, pink palms and the ash of the dead
Motor cobra, motor cobra no lower than sky
Cat skin suit and a drum at your side
Light shines from the back to the front of your head
Blue skin, pink palms and the ash of the dead