Henry Kumera by Tashi Delay

Made it through the worst, shot through the moon.
Pages turning upwards, dirty snowball threw.

Bitting, bending, mislaid at sea.
Wondering speed of velocity.
Trodden down path of purgatory.
Peacocking your very entity.

Sitting right there on you, you have it made.
Watch us fuck it dry with, sparkling lemonade.

Bitting, bending, mislaid at sea.
Wondering speed of velocity.
Trodden down path of purgatory.
Peacocking your very entity

And when will you, come down to say?
That everyone is in your game.
And when will you, come down to say?
That everyone is in your game.

Throw out the rubbish, take out the garbage, take out the garbage x4

Henry Kumera,, well you were born this day.
The oldest man to live, a mountain to be slain x 4

• Alternative
• Electronic Funk Punk
• electro-post-punk
• New Orleans