ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Prayer wheel


Like a dervish she always cuts real
Try and rid yourself far from all these sinners
We’re all screwed up
And nothing’s screwed down
The love lost its wind, now the dark stay out

Prayer wheel spins ’round and ’round
Prayer wheel spins around and ’round
Can I see in
Can I see out
If I look up
Will I fall down

I was sitting on the fifteenth
Between six and seven
You know all those suffering
Well it’s strange man’s Heaven
All chewed up
I’m all spat out
I just don’t know who I am right now
Who am I

Prayer wheel spins around and ’round
Prayer wheel spins around and ’round
Can I see in
Can I see out
If I looked up
Will I, will I fall down
Will I fall down
Will I fall down
Will I fall down

I’m the brother who flies in the Empire States
Between the city in the pillow my fate will wait
Used up cars full of used up people
Always the Saturday I just feel beaten up
It’s not over yet
No, it’s not over yet

Prayer wheel spins around and ’round
The prayer wheel spins around and ’round
Can I see in
Can I see out
If I looked up
Will I, will I fall down
Will I fall down
Will I fall down
Will I fall down
Will I fall down

It’s not over yet
It’s only just begun

A prayer
We prayer
Prayer
We’re prayer
It’s only just begun