A bicycle with squeaky wheels goes by the window
A bicycle with squeaky wheels goes by the window Two people with strong Bronx accents speak with loud voices Cars and trucks drive by Pencils scratch paper Shoes shuffle Paper crackles Music plays Metal jingles Hearts beat Blood pumps Things go fast and slow.
Red Fox, Red Fox Hear the sound Horses hooves along the ground Red Fox, Red Fox Hunt horns wail Chasing you through copse and vale Red Fox, Red Fox Hounds panting come Driving you far away from home Red Fox, Red Fox Run to me And I’ll hide you from all who see Red Fox, Red Fox On my chest Lay your weary head and rest.
You can hear the bass below it all,
Governing the chaos
A sunburst sings a melody
To the black demon of curved horns
Amplified, all can be heard
If they so wish
Never mind the breaking, the ringing in their ears,
you all will leave them just as they are
stiff
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