Dog Faced Hermans - Big Pot lyrics

Seem like we're still in the kitchen A pease-broth brought to boil Stuck in a terminal stir Chucking it all in the air But the sky don't throw it back No the sky don't throw it back Sun's face is oil, sun's face is black Sun's face is oil, sun's face is oil What is it weighs on your brain-box Is it the closeness of weather Or are you allergic to the garbage Hankering after escape routes Everyone's frantically cooking Everyone's frantically cooking Sun's face is oil, sun's face is black Sun's face is oil, sun's face is black Measured per meter, we're done for Cubits of dross upon each head I'm wearing a hat That reaches through ozone