The Seagreen Incorruptible Lyric Sheet
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March Of The Blueberry Pumpkin
Stumps For Arms
Nestled In Gum
Night Driving In The Skyway
Supernatural Gorilla
Boatethoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
March Of The Blueberry Pumpkin
Blueberry pumpkin
Marching on London
An heiress is mumbling
"A wastleland is forming"
Blueberry Pumpkin
April Duke luncheon
Soldier's dry daughter
Wash her feet in soda water
Blueberry Pumpkin
All on a mountain
Astinus ending
By blueberry doctrine
Blueberry Pumpkin
Marching on London
A picnic on Sunday
The castle is crumbling
Stumps For Arms
Stumps for arms
Stumps for arms
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Has A boat
Has A boat
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Nestled In Gum
Traveling by carousel to the lung
The spirit is nestled in gum
When you speak or try to scream
The older you get the harder it is to leave
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Spearamint cylinders able to run
Flying by ship to the sun
The spirit is holding a gun
The tired quilt is burning up
Falling through out atmosphere
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Able to run
Night Driving in the Skyway
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
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March Of The Blueberry Pumpkin
Stumps For Arms
Nestled In Gum
Night Driving In The Skyway
Supernatural Gorilla
Boatethoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
March Of The Blueberry Pumpkin
Blueberry pumpkin
Marching on London
An heiress is mumbling
"A wastleland is forming"
Blueberry Pumpkin
April Duke luncheon
Soldier's dry daughter
Wash her feet in soda water
Blueberry Pumpkin
All on a mountain
Astinus ending
By blueberry doctrine
Blueberry Pumpkin
Marching on London
A picnic on Sunday
The castle is crumbling
Stumps For Arms
Stumps for arms
Stumps for arms
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Has A boat
Has A boat
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Nestled In Gum
Traveling by carousel to the lung
The spirit is nestled in gum
When you speak or try to scream
The older you get the harder it is to leave
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Spearamint cylinders able to run
Flying by ship to the sun
The spirit is holding a gun
The tired quilt is burning up
Falling through out atmosphere
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Able to run
Night Driving in the Skyway
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
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Blueberry pumpkin
Marching on London
An heiress is mumbling
"A wastleland is forming"
Blueberry Pumpkin
April Duke luncheon
Soldier's dry daughter
Wash her feet in soda water
Blueberry Pumpkin
All on a mountain
Astinus ending
By blueberry doctrine
Blueberry Pumpkin
Marching on London
A picnic on Sunday
The castle is crumbling
Stumps For Arms
Stumps for arms
Stumps for arms
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Has A boat
Has A boat
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Nestled In Gum
Traveling by carousel to the lung
The spirit is nestled in gum
When you speak or try to scream
The older you get the harder it is to leave
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Spearamint cylinders able to run
Flying by ship to the sun
The spirit is holding a gun
The tired quilt is burning up
Falling through out atmosphere
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Able to run
Night Driving in the Skyway
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
Home
April Duke luncheon
Soldier's dry daughter
Wash her feet in soda water
All on a mountain
Astinus ending
By blueberry doctrine
Marching on London
A picnic on Sunday
The castle is crumbling
Stumps For Arms
Stumps for arms
Stumps for arms
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Has A boat
Has A boat
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Nestled In Gum
Traveling by carousel to the lung
The spirit is nestled in gum
When you speak or try to scream
The older you get the harder it is to leave
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Spearamint cylinders able to run
Flying by ship to the sun
The spirit is holding a gun
The tired quilt is burning up
Falling through out atmosphere
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Able to run
Night Driving in the Skyway
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
Home
Stumps for arms
Stumps for arms
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Has A boat
Has A boat
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Nestled In Gum
Traveling by carousel to the lung
The spirit is nestled in gum
When you speak or try to scream
The older you get the harder it is to leave
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Spearamint cylinders able to run
Flying by ship to the sun
The spirit is holding a gun
The tired quilt is burning up
Falling through out atmosphere
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Able to run
Night Driving in the Skyway
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
Home
Has A boat
Yes I know a man who has stumps for arms
Traveling by carousel to the lung
The spirit is nestled in gum
When you speak or try to scream
The older you get the harder it is to leave
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Spearamint cylinders able to run
Flying by ship to the sun
The spirit is holding a gun
The tired quilt is burning up
Falling through out atmosphere
Nestled in gum
Holding a gun
Able to run
Night Driving in the Skyway
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
Home
Holding a gun
Spearamint cylinders able to run
The spirit is holding a gun
The tired quilt is burning up
Falling through out atmosphere
Holding a gun
Able to run
Night Driving in the Skyway
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
Home
Christmas lights are satellites
Traffic lamps are runway lights
Ornaments are the difference
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
Home
Between aviation and accidents
Supernatural Gorilla
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
Home
Mixing potions in his room, or as he likes to call it, lab
Lysergic Halloween was never quite the fad
H - Hundreds of acres of dead kids
A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
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A - All posioned by hallucinogenic apples
L - Lots of drugs in candy apples
L - Lots of kids like candy apples
O - Oh!
W - Whoa is the poor town
E - Everyone is dead
E - Ere! The professor is killed
N - Ne'er to poison kids again, avenged by a Supernatual Gorilla
Boatethoar
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
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Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
I want more, more, more, more, more, more, more
Of your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Boatethoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar, thoar
An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
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An Orphan Momentarily Forgets
Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
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Hey, Father Christmas
I only wanted to be your daughter
Red written by Bryan Ward; Green written by Bill Lyon. Black written by Lyon/Ward. Boathethoar written by Lyon/Ward/Thomas.
Copyright 1997 Posthumous Music
The Vaults
Lyrics
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