Peter Songtext
von Gnidrolog

Peter was a red bull
Who stood at Hyde Park Corner waving fists
At crowds of pigeons strutting by
And policemen standing by
With arms folded behind their brains
Staring up at brick glass buildings
Whose computer zombies
Stared back through their windows
With deep sockets that once were seeing eyes Peter was a red bull
Who realized that the population
Were really not interested
And now works in a computer mock mansion
Spewing ticker shit
For twelve hang-up drop dead pounds a week
And watches the clock ticking through
Morning, noon and night
To eternal sleep