Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict Lyrics

Song	Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict
Artist	Pink Floyd
Album	Works
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	Aye and a bit of mackerel, settler rack and down
	Ran it down by the home and
	I flewWell,
	I slapped me and
	I flopped it down in the shade
	And I cried, cried, cried
	The fear a fallen down had taken, never back the raise
	And then cried
	Mary and took out wi' your
	ClaymoreRight outta a' pocket,
	I ran down, down the mountainside
	Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling around the feet“
	Never”, he cried, “
	Never shall ye get me alive
	Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew”
	Well, I snatched fer the blade and a
	Claymore cut and thrust
	And I fell down before him 'round his feet, aye
	A roar, he cried
	From the bottom of his heart
	That I would nay fall but as dead
	Dead as I can by a' feet, d'ya ken?
	And the wind cried
	Mary

	Aye and a bit of mackerel, settler rack and down
	Ran it down by the home and
	I flewWell,
	I slapped me and
	I flopped it down in the shade
	And I cried, cried, cried
	The fear a fallen down had taken, never back the raise
	And then cried
	Mary and took out wi' your
	ClaymoreRight outta a' pocket,
	I ran down, down the mountainside
	Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling around the feet"
	Never", he cried, "
	Never shall ye get me alive
	Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew"
	Well, I snatched fer the blade and a
	Claymore cut and thrust
	And I fell down before him ' round his feet, aye
	A roar, he cried
	From the bottom of his heart
	That I would nay fall but as dead
	Dead as I can by a' feet, d' ya ken?
	And the wind cried
	Mary

	Aye and a bit of mackerel, settler rack and down
	Ran it down by the home and
	I flewWell,
	I slapped me and
	I flopped it down in the shade
	And I cried, cried, cried
	The fear a fallen down had taken, never back the raise
	And then cried
	Mary and took out wi' your
	ClaymoreRight outta a' pocket,
	I ran down, down the mountainside
	Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling around the feet"
	Never", he cried, "
	Never shall ye get me alive
	Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew"
	Well, I snatched fer the blade and a
	Claymore cut and thrust
	And I fell down before him ' round his feet, aye
	A roar, he cried
	From the bottom of his heart
	That I would nay fall but as dead
	Dead as I can by a' feet, d' ya ken?
	And the wind cried
	Mary

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