Unbaited Vicar of Scorched Earth
Robert Pollard, Tobin Sprout
A child did rumble when kicking loud trash
A ghost girl and a bulldog are whittling my flash
In the kitchen of birds sits a wicked child's cat
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
But flash is not easy to capture just outright
But there if you fight for it, like broads in daylight
And say it with angel dust, sprinkle it fat
A child did rumble when kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
A child did rumble when kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
A child did rumble when kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scorched earth knows that
A child did rumble when kicking loud trash
But the unbaited vicar of scor—
