(brian eno)
There were tims
There was
pork
There are legs
There are
skarks
There was john
There are
cliffs
There was mother
There's a
poker
There was you
Then there was
you
There are scenes
There are
blues
There are boots
There are
shoes
There are turks
There are
fools
They're in lockers
They're in
schools
They're in you
Then there was
you
Burn my fingers
Burn my
toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or
you
It looks tight on you