6 - The Wrens
Written  by：The  Wrens
Rules fools the idiots that shower them in flowers
Praise them great in open song
Color by numbers copy one another I'll wolf you
Promise stupid tiny bells
Ain't find no favor for stacking for the tilted
This fairground is getting close to closing won't it stop me
Rank split my eyes are choked with water
Seeing haters finger point at lesser skin
Rupture young lovers with R**e and rank
It shudders me to see the better thing as sin
Ain't find no favor for stacking for the tilted
This fairground is getting close to closing won't it stop me
I won't believe that her of ways of worth of less of him
Done back for others what split
The hearts of mothers I know a quieting
Behind the corn
Ain't find no favor for stacking for the tilted
This fairground is getting close to closing won't it stop me
Scratches diseased from the pities
You've passed around oh Chiclets marry to me overseas
Ou've passed around