Spark Man Songtext
von Mark Bragg

Somethin here don′t smell right
Somethin musta spooked the cows last night
Cuz the milks sour and the beefs bad
And I don't know what the kid had
But I hope he makes it home
There′s a strange wind blowin
Spark Man


The only thing flows from the crown
Is enough black pudding make a man drown
If I found wings on my pidgeon pie
You wouldn't find my feathers for your blind eye
But you'd smell it on the throne
Like a strange wind blowin
A spark man down

It′s so creepy where the kid plays
Out in the mire it′s a wicked maze
Out chasin black birds in the dark
Out on the wind like a dyin spark
From the crown

So go easy he's a little kid
But the kid knows what the kid did
He stole the wine from the kings cup
And when it all went down he got messed up
Now he′s squirmin on the throne
And he's shakin in his bones
On the crown