[00:00.00] 作词 : Brooker, Reid[00:37.14](brooker / reid)[00:37.44]Outside the gates of cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn[00:48.84]Who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn[01:00.42]Whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales[01:11.76]And neptune dances hornpipes while salome sheds her veils[01:34.38]Phallus phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot[01:45.69]But sousa sam can only hear the screams of peep the sot[01:57.30]Who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups[02:08.55]And exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up[02:13.17]Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams[03:37.44]And greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem[03:48.57]And even christian scientists can but display marble plaques[03:59.67]Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts[04:04.65]Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts