Текст (слова) песни: Fall, The - Impression Of J Temperance
Hate wide for dog breeder in the town of purport A never seen dog breeder This is the tale of his replica.
Name was J. Temperance Only two did not hate him Because peasants fear local indifference Pet shop and the vet, Cameron.
One night vet is called out from his overpaid leisure To Temperance household, delivered ran out and phoned his wife in terror.
The next bit is hard to relate. (There are no read-outs for this part of the track.) The new born thing hard to describe Like a rat that`s been trapped inside A warehouse base, near a city tide Brown sockets, purple eyes And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
No changeling, as the birth was witnessed. Only one person could do this: "Yes" said Cameron "and the thing was in the impression of J. Temperance."
His hideous replica. Scrutinise the little monster Disappeared through the door His hideous replica
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