Adville

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