Peacock
Mitch Mitchell (GBV), Jim Pollard, Robert Pollard
Peacock
You gotta strut your feathers
In the rear view mirror
In the full moon light
Peacock
You gotta fluff your pillow
In the prozac willow
In the broad daylight
Because the spazz won't cluck
Like a golden fuck
Like a two tone blue
Comin' after you
Peacock, we will celebrate
The safety net, so don't be late this morning
Dance across the ocean floor
Salvation be a liquor store tonight