[00:00.00] 作词 : Brooker, Reid[00:26.88](brooker / reid)[00:37.68]Outside the gates of cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn[00:49.47]Who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn[01:01.17]Whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales[01:12.69]And neptune dances hornpipes while salome sheds her veils[01:14.82]Phallus phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot[01:47.07]But sousa sam can only hear the screams of peep the sot[01:52.68]Who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups[02:10.26]And exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up[03:29.10]Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams[03:40.44]And greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem[03:51.78]And even christian scientists can but display marble plaques[04:03.03]Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts[04:08.07]Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts