
Autumn leaves are like stained glass
Without the hassle of a mass
Without the nonsense of a god
When the sun is a frog
Ablaze in the sky
And your brain’s a wet fly
Which she steals
Through your eye
zap!
Autumn leaves are like stained glass
Without the hassle of a mass
Without the nonsense of a god
When the sun is a frog
Ablaze in the sky
And your brain’s a wet fly
Which she steals
Through your eye
zap!