Woorden: Meat Puppets. Sewn Together. Rotten Shame.

Well, they say, it's a rotten shame
Everyone is for now to blame
It's the end and it's all the same
Rotten ghost without a name

Go away is the other thing
Nothing more than the other wing
On fin, one cotton ball
Copper green on a plaster wall

Here I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe again

Wood, metal, cars and war
They don't do it anymore
No fruit, cottonseed
They're not worth the price of weed

Cheese, shot, shattered bones
They're not worth a garden gnome
[Unverified], boxes, yellow tape
They're not worth another shape

Here I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe again

Seen riding, seen flying
Seen riding, seen flying

And they say, it's a rotten shame
Everything is for now to blame
In the end when it's all the same
Rotten ghost without a name

Go away, that's another thing
Nothing more than the other wing
One fin, one cotton ball
Copper green on a plaster wall

Wood, metal, cars and war
They won't do it anymore
They're not worth the price of weed
Nothing more than a cotton seed

Here I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe again

Here I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe again

Well, they say it's a rotten shame