Traps, Ensnares – Daniel Amos – letras

…and He committed Himself to no man becauseHe knew what was in the heart of man…Na, Na, Na beware of traps and snaresMr. Spoke speaks, deadly nightshadeIn his brainpanMock aliens breed silent blond zeros ofFresh young fleshIgnore the ghosts of books, they’re gettingPlastered in ParisDella wears tupperware, andMajor-Domo’s body politicking inLimo LandHarry Fiasco is gulping down his moral fiberAnd casts his hard shadow while wearingThose slippery soft supple slippersHe’s got a planIt’s brash and it’s boldBut there’s danger in the foldHear his command « Don’t get old! »Bella Donna she’s that poison Eurasian plantBeautiful lady with the blackberry hatDon’t pull her fingerYou don’t know where it’s beenStarts the great tribulationAll over and over againIt’s a persecution loopCurmudgeon in your soupBeware of traps and snares…Beware of traps and snares…Now for the cliffhanger…