A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash 

A ghost girl and a bulldog are whittling myflash 

In the kitchen of birds sits a wicked child's cat 

But the unbated vicar of scorched earth knows that 

And flash is not easy to capture just outright 

But there if you fight for it - like broads in daylight 

Say it with angel dust - sprinkle it fat 

A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash 

But the unbated vicar of scorched earth knows that