Blistering metal--
As hot as the glaring sun,
plummets down to us.
Kweh, kweh, little bird.
Haul us all around the land.
You deserve a treat.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
As hot as the glaring sun,
plummets down to us.
Kweh, kweh, little bird.
Haul us all around the land.
You deserve a treat.
I have no idea what I'm doing.