Exploitation Picket Fence Songtext

You walk with your cane in the wooden city square
and you want us to think of the flowers while you are there
I curl the paper, I'm clutching to throw it away
and you are a sight for a bleeder and this is the day

So I say bird of pray
monkey face
bought som air up in outer space
lumping through that camera-lens... Do you remember?
and all those picket-fences