Stephin Merritt - Has The World Gone Insane? текст песни

Wind and rain... perfectly in season
Everything in its place
Down to the pot one pees in
And yet here am I, the great soldier
A cat among mice
Me, guarding this babe
Like a storm guarding one grain of rice!
The enemy baby, with enemy milk on his chin
I guard, not to keep people out
But to keep baby in!