Crowd

Oh, I can see the crowd from outer space Jessy stood on peak of full decay Terror falling upon every cell Copiously filling the temper well Two, three, four And in that way, mother restarting the day Eat your qualms, get a new one And in that way, looking for the delicate Crowd is feeling quite dismal Oh, I can see the enterprising way Of manifesting diligent array Make way for the motor wake Oh, I can see the crowd from outer space Two, three, four And in that way, mother restarting the day Eat your qualms, get a new one And in that way, looking for the delicate Crowd is feeling quite dismal