All the time

All the time

All the time since I've got moonstruck
I no more could stop from banging my head
Thus I bang my head while hanging in bed
And I strike the moon against moon's truck
And the tempest leaves me thunderstruck
While the sun beats down on a sunday's duck
Then the chicks and bangles pick up three triangles
With egyptian encryption on the pictogrammangles

Clan Gold plays a tune and hereafter leans back
To give me a lesson to misinterprete Bach
Wolf Zart performes art on his harp and his chord
He also plays tunes of the keys and the board

All night long I'm banging my head
All night long I'm hanging in bed
Cause I am the bat in the cage of the fools
And I was engaged to follow no rules

Thus I am so puzzled and so very much high
Until the sun sets and the day says goodbye
The bad moon arises and it strucks me again
So heavy its metal its hammer oh man

All night long I'm banging my head
All night long I'm hanging in bed
Cause I am the bat in the cage of the fools
And I was engaged to follow no rules

The question arises
If rhyming be crisis
Cause I once was cool
To follow no rule

toto: phy-ty
(excerpt from fly-by)