all snowed under
no lightning nor thunder
i sit all cosy and plunder
the reason we exist
we’re just an ethereal mist
now isn’t that a twist
now sit back and bump fist
cool is ice and ice is cold
that sheet makes a muthatrucker wanna unfold
on ya lively hood
because ya made of wood
this sheet dont stop flowing
whilst the snowman is growing
carrot nose is showing
sticks made in the shape of stocking
to fill your snow boots
what a hoot
ay
chill
breathe
and relax
we will weave
space and time
fly in a straight line
then all of a sudden
comes shapes and signs
everything muddled up
while we’re all cuddled up
in a particle soup
this brew tastes of poop
but it’s an aquired taste
so get used to it
sit