Letra da Música Squonk Genesis

Like father like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Could never put a smile on that faceHe's a sly one, he's a shy one
Wouldn't you be too
Scared to be left all on his own
Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with, the ugly ducklingThe pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes
All the while in perfect time
His tears are falling on the ground
But if you don't stand up you don't stand a chanceYou don't stand a chance
Go a little faster now, you might get there in timeMirror, mirror on the wall
His heart was broken long before he ever came to you
Stop your tears from falling
The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
All to see at nightThey come at nightIn season, out of season
What's the difference when you don't know the reason
In one hand bread, the other a stone
The hunter enters the forest
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fearHere I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you
Making noises my little furry friend would make
I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack
You better watch out, you better watch outI've got you, I've got you, you'll never get awayWalking home that night
The sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder
When suddenly it stopped
I opened up the sack, all that I had
A pool of bubbles and tears – just a pool of tearsAll in all you are a very dying race
Placing trust upon a cruel world
You never had the things you thought you should have had
And you'll not get them now
And all the while in perfect time
Your tears are falling on the ground

Composição: Mike Rutherford / Tony Banks.