The Closets Of Henry
Robert Pollard
Bumbling now with no where left to go
Charlemagne's creation falling slow
Of an old king's secret files
A jewel box for his nose
Now the guard no fresh king
For the creep who comes and goes, ohh
Wings refer to the wedding cake
The glasses fall and hearts will break
The primal scream is hard to take you know, ohh
Caught in deep but a shallow spirit he
Called for his gardener and his company
Demo for the tattoo and the crisis that is today
Common facts about the unknown
Hide them all away, hey
Wings refer to the wedding cake
The glasses fall and hearts will break
The primal scream is hard to take you know, ohh
Something I grant you have taken
More or less we're somewhat shaken
Make with it more ill-begotten gain
Try and explain