I'm the preacher of the man in the hall!
I'm the reacher of the sand in the small!

Tell me of the only place,
On the wall-race in the haze;

Hear the ticking of the hands in the hall.
Hear the racking of the man's in the fall.

`Are' turn `is' as you be taught,
Taught can teach us from a bowl.

See the bowl, the banana and the cup
Is the orange-juice never served you hot?
    I'll be flying home to you,
    And your tomato-can turn true.

La la la la la la
la la la la la
La la la la la la
la la la la la
La la la la la la
la la la la la

Did you eat on all the bodies of the war?
Did you `Ahem' to the booklets that I tore?

I'll be bringing mental blocks
You'll be ringing ticking to tucks.

See the wisdom is a man in a turn,
With his portrait burn, now in collectors' urn; -
    Are you willing to give in
    With the satisfy of bring?

See the lighter turning fire with its stone,
See the stomach lick the picture with its bone

Did your table lie tonight?
Is the record out of sight?

Red and orange, green and yellow,
Bright and white.
Is this record really, really
Out of sight?
    Blue turn yellow when this is true,
    White turn darkness all anew.

I'm the preacher of the man in your hall!
I'm the reacher of the sand in your small!
Mik - mak- mo - mi - mikke mek.
We can steal a hard-boiled egg