Corduroy - Karate

The fire is already out

When the rain comes

The nucleus of stress

Chooses dust in the end

Like aerosol evils

In a rush towards the sun

It’s an oasis inside out

And fire is the trend

An oasis inside out

And fire, fire is the trend

Now what’s left on your plate

As you sterilize the tine?

Have lessons on earth

Left you the will of a boy?

Are you just passing time

Or do you taste the wine?

What’s left for us this spring

Besides grass-stained corduroy?

What’s left for us this spring

Besides scratched-out corduroy?

Well, like it or not

The locusts come from spring

And all your plans are shot

And that stock’s not worth a thing

Like it or not

The neighbours yell when we sing

Together

Like it or not

The locusts come from spring

And all your plans are shot

And that stock’s not worth a thing

Like it or not

The neighbours yell when we sing

Now, I like pissing you, pissing you off

To get some kind of rise, I don’t mind to suffer the sting of the cold from

your eye

But suddenly I see that I can see when you’re blind

To the weather, the spring, and the simplest things that bring us together