歌词
The metal was corroded. The fuses had exploded
The circuits floated on a pool of oil
They wrenched the flex.
It snapped and sparks flew dark blue clouds and jet black walls
An apple crumbled
Firemen grumbled
Fumbled with a hose
Toes were curling in their white boots
Sweating in their tight asbestos suits as Asmodeus played the flute
A table laid a chair and did the
Cha cha charred and spitting splinters
Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbed behind the fence
Father burned the incense, blessed the ashes as they flew
Fly away
Fly away
Flyaway Peter
Fly away Paul
Fly away
Fly away
Fly away Peter
Fly away Paul
Fly away
Fly away
Fly away Peter
Fly away Paul