Max Ernst Lyrics
Max Ernst - Mission of Burma
Written by：Roger Miller
People did not like
That man Max Ernst
The blessed virgin chastises the Infant Jesus
He was so irrational
Max Ernst
Garden airplane trap
Garden airplane trap
The pleasures of the sight
The pleasures of the flesh
The vanities of life
He loved them all
In the pretty house
They go away
In the pretty house
In the pretty house
In that pretty house
They do not stay
Not in the pretty house
Not in the pretty house
In the burning sea
In the laughing lights
But in the luminous sea
In the brash gold night
In the turtle's head
I blacked out fast
In the city halls
Always it laughed
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