Beer drops dripping from the sky Handcuffed ponytailed crustaceans on a pie It's just another day in Adville Black holes, a copper chandelier Gazing to the everblack in disrepair Through the Technicolor blue skies It's allright, you've seen it all before Changes generation passing through your door It's the hollow dazing good times for the shovels in the shed So breathe in, life is coinciding with your head Through the Technicolor blue skies In dribs and drags the plungering funambulist gets older Carried by kalopsia he's balancing the edge of the roof The bees are in the bonnet and the bottle's in the belfry The marking in the ceiling bears the noteprints of a sinister song