Stick Songtext
von Wolfmanhattan Project

Nothing shows
There was no show
No calcium night light
No sparkle dog glow

I walk past, I walk fast
I don′t think this is gonna last

Up in the bell tower
Rebels rule
The television panel
Unrolls the spool

I take heart, I smell art
I do a dance inside the Kwik-E-Mart


It's not sticky
It′s in the jar
Outside the circle
Against the bar
Release the fruit bats
In record time
Another loofah
Scene of the crime
Taking the form

Faking the start
Set fire to the march on
Your vanadium heart

I do a turn, I feel the burn
I have a lasso on a greased gurn