Tradjic Roundabout

Bitches, warlocks and foul children too
Martin Luther had nothing on you
He had a dream, you'll have a baby maybe
Will you cope? I don't know maybe.

You're CIA in novocaine
They screw you up 'cause your not all there
I see submission in a million eyes
Dreamweaving habits are still telling lies

Oh your not so gifted at all

Badgers basements all over the land
Yours striking pulses with half-notes in hand
You think you're rich just cause he drunk his ocean
I never known nobody pays for him

Ah your not so gifted at all
At all
Ah we're not so gifted at all
At all

Ah your not so gifted at all
At all
Ah we're not so gifted at all
At all

Two

Whoa !