Walk With Fish Eye

Walk with fish eye
Dance with a lemon
His friend also saw it go by
Please pass the cinnamon

His toenails scratched the tar
Yesterday will come again
Yet it seems so far
Is he going insane?

Traces of it must in the bowl
Blood red from the vein
More spice for his soul
He is insane

Bowling the head
Rolling in the street
He isn't dead
He won't have meat

Pepper here please
Wear the skin
His disease
Will now begin

Tomatoes on the plate
Empty walls scream
Berries, so very sedate
Please pass the cream

They look at her
Fingers on his dish
I said to him, sir,
May I have the fish

Drowning in blood
Washing away the peas
Wait for the flood
Oh, what a disease