Songtexte:
Miske

: There's a suicidal taliban for talent on the cusp Egyptian musk Egyptian musk When the village came with fire, you were hiding on the right I knew

Everywhere I go A thousand faces stare at me Eating from the palm A date from hand to mouth Break a leg! The shoes are on the bottom On your way But the

Infidel baby Oh my heathen child Baghdad's still ten leagues away I go on undefiled Wrap yourself in frankincense Wrap yourself in rags In the crowded

Muskrat, oh muskrat, what makes you smell so bad? Layin' around the farmer's house eatin' up all he had Eatin' up all he had, eatin' up all he had, boys

Instrumental

pick up this doll, and watch the girl dream cups spill, what holds, what holds, what holds tomorrow. clenching the fist, raising the brow... as glass

Assez, ces pensees sont incensees Glissees a mes oreilles glacees Passez sous silence mon passe Tisse de mensonges agaces Entendu dans la lagune

There's a suicidal taliban for talent on the cusp Egyptian musk Egyptian musk When the village came with fire, you were hiding on the right I knew you

Übersetzung: Dinosaur Jr.. Cats In einer Schüssel.