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When he walks around, he’ll leave a trail of fire. He doesn’t like his voice
He said he should retire
He lead me to a room
And showed me to a bed
And when I left his house
He was running ‘round my head
My head
Oh yeah my boys a riot
He’s a flash wave
So bright I’m crying
He is an O O
He is an O O
An O O O
He fiddles with a bottle
Sitting on a chair
There’s holes in his t-shirt
There’s something in his stare
Awake when he is sleeping
But I think he’s tough as guts
I try to pry you open
But it’s never wide enough
Enough,
Enough,
Enough
Oh yeah my boys a riot
He’s a flash wave
So bright I’m crying
He is an O O
An O O
He is an O O
An O O
He’s made of plasticine and paper
Maybe the only thing I know,
I know
Oh yeah my boys a riot
He’s a flash wave
So bright I’m crying
He is an O O
An O O
He is an O O
An O O O
He’s made of kerosine and feathers
He’s torn up and sewn all back together
O O O O
When he walks around
He’ll leave a trail of crumbs I gifted him a letter
And he gifted me the sun