James Merchant - Incomprehensible Babble

If I could make the sound of tiny raindrops
Would you be a better audience
I could nail your ear to a rose
I suppose

And these swords I swallow are nice and clean
I wash them in kerosene
I could pull a stunt like that
Then I'd just lean, front or back

The Devil's outside he's dancing on his tongue
While the lamb is slowly bleeding
I'm a canary
In January

And mutton is mutton and that is flesh
So sew me an arm and a new haircut
Mutton is mutton and that is flesh
Nobody wants a new haircut

I'm the only barber in town
I nicked my scalp

James Merchant

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