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jan hrubý & kukulín - three legged dog lyrics

high up upon a hill, the windmills are feeling ill
they’re dropping paink!llers to help them to cope with the sheep
and i need some sp+ce food to stop me from feeling the heat

down in a cold, black mine, the optician drinks his wine
the three+legged dog eats up pieces of somebody’s heart
he’s a ringer for freud, you can hardly tell them apart

and if the clouds begin to look like crows are coming home at last
you’d best remember that your future is somebody else’s past

down in the deep blue sea, the gas man is making tea
he’d rather you left him in peace with his bags of green swag
they sink to the bottom as fast as a sp+ceman in drag

far off in [?]ville, the flowers are bitter still
and billions of dollars won’t make them feel better again
the fools on the hill break the rules ’till it comes to the end

and if the clouds begin to look like crows are coming home at last
you’d best remember that your future is somebody else’s past

[outro]
the three+legged dog eats up pieces of somebody’s heart (he’s a ringer for freud, you can hardly tell them apart)
they’re dropping paink!llers to help them to cope with the sheep (and i need some sp+ce food to stop me from feeling the heat)
he’d rather you left him in peace with his bags of green swag (they sink to the bottom as fast as a sp+ceman in drag)
and billions of dollars won’t make them feel better again (the fools on the hill break the rules ’till it comes to the end)
the fools on the hill break the rules ’till it comes to the end

- jan hruby kukulin lyrics

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