歌词
Out of the fog
Out of the fog connection
Grasping The deception
Coming out of the fog
Grasping the connection
Grasping the deception.
There was a man called
Nate. He was a good man.
His girlfriend and the
Russian mate.
He was called
Nate. He decided to sublimate.
He went to
London. He called his
Father and said, "Father, it's Nate. Of both girlfriend and mate, I perchance do decide to replicate, For I am Nate."
The Russian maid revealed she was not a citizen of
New York State,
But had slipped in on a
Ukrainian crate.
Due to overtime we missed the gossip girl on
New York Channel number 38,
Which was not available anywhere else but in maybe
New Jersey
State. I am
Nate. I would like to do a lip as an actor, and do it straight.
In my role
I fail irate.
Is it too late
To cover the song by
The Fall called
Hot Cake?
The plough and the aid of un-natural offal, it disgusts.
There was a man called
Nate. Ringing in
England filming.
He said, "Hello mate."
I might have visited the gallery....
I might visit the gallery known as
Tate. I am
Nate. I am an actor,
I'll do it straight.
A margin out of the connection,
Out of the fog in time.
Out of the fog connection.
I am Nate.
I am Nate.
On the streets of
Russia, The maidens and maids are irate.
He promised them homes.
Instead they got the crates.
I perchance!
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