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As the signs outside proclaim Nature sometimes makes a mistake. Was it the mother or the father to blame? Inside the damp grass and tilted tent. Won't you come with me to the fairground? Your head will be spinning. Won't you come with me to the fairground? Your head is your feet. And the man at the side of me starts a lewd laugh Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. At the dog with two heads and the cat with eight legs (Laughter) The man has come between us, his cheeks rattle like a fence (Laughter) He's come between us and he starts a lewd laugh (Laughter) I sought shelter from the storm In a small inn on the Yorkshire Coast. Inside 3 identical sisters sat Except for the one that was hideously deformed, Her grotesque features seemed to parody her sisters' beauty. Ridiculing and mocking everything I held dear. And the man at the side of me starts a lewd laugh Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. At the dog with two heads and the cat with eight legs (Laughter) The man has come between us, his cheeks rattle like a fence (Laughter) He's come between us and he starts a lewd laugh (Laughter) The fish-eyed foetus floated blankly In the yellowed water, still as wax The man has come between us, My sister and I, making a mockery of our former emotions. Dragging it all down to his level And then we went for rides |