| Song | Neurotica |
| Artist | King Crimson |
| Album | Cirkus: The Young Person's Guide to King Crimson - Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Good morning, it's 3am in this great roaring | |
| City full of garbage eaters ravaging parking | |
| Spots beneath my plaza window i see cheetah in their | |
| Tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in | |
| The diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young | |
| Impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza | |
| And over there that brilliant head ornament on that | |
| Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand | |
| In hand with the mandrill, it's a sight you're | |
| Unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet... | |
| The stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler's | |
| Resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with | |
| The more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the | |
| Impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and | |
| The glass-eye snapper hawking papers i can certainly | |
| Live without also be cautious of the poisonous | |
| Boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat | |
| And purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing | |
| With a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good | |
| Reply... | |
| Arrive in neurotica | |
| Through neon heat disease | |
| I swear at the swarming heards | |
| I sweat the foul terrain | |
| I rove the moving scenery | |
| I have no fin | |
| No wing no stinger | |
| No claw no camouflage | |
| I have no more to say... | |
| Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over | |
| There look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger | |
| Rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink | |
| Siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers, | |
| They seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue | |
| Random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica... | |
| So long... |
| Good morning, it' s 3am in this great roaring | |
| City full of garbage eaters ravaging parking | |
| Spots beneath my plaza window i see cheetah in their | |
| Tight skins and tired heels allnight hippo in | |
| The diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young | |
| Impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza | |
| And over there that brilliant head ornament on that | |
| Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand | |
| In hand with the mandrill, it' s a sight you' re | |
| Unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet... | |
| The stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler' s | |
| Resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with | |
| The more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the | |
| Impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and | |
| The glasseye snapper hawking papers i can certainly | |
| Live without also be cautious of the poisonous | |
| Boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat | |
| And purple queen fish and who' s that babbler conversing | |
| With a magazine stand? evidently he' s getting a good | |
| Reply... | |
| Arrive in neurotica | |
| Through neon heat disease | |
| I swear at the swarming heards | |
| I sweat the foul terrain | |
| I rove the moving scenery | |
| I have no fin | |
| No wing no stinger | |
| No claw no camouflage | |
| I have no more to say... | |
| Say... isn' t that an elephant fish on the corner over | |
| There look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger | |
| Rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink | |
| Siren skate starling sungazer spoonbill and suckers, | |
| They seem to be everywhere, well it' s a live revue | |
| Random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica... | |
| So long... |
| Good morning, it' s 3am in this great roaring | |
| City full of garbage eaters ravaging parking | |
| Spots beneath my plaza window i see cheetah in their | |
| Tight skins and tired heels allnight hippo in | |
| The diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young | |
| Impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza | |
| And over there that brilliant head ornament on that | |
| Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand | |
| In hand with the mandrill, it' s a sight you' re | |
| Unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet... | |
| The stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler' s | |
| Resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with | |
| The more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the | |
| Impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and | |
| The glasseye snapper hawking papers i can certainly | |
| Live without also be cautious of the poisonous | |
| Boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat | |
| And purple queen fish and who' s that babbler conversing | |
| With a magazine stand? evidently he' s getting a good | |
| Reply... | |
| Arrive in neurotica | |
| Through neon heat disease | |
| I swear at the swarming heards | |
| I sweat the foul terrain | |
| I rove the moving scenery | |
| I have no fin | |
| No wing no stinger | |
| No claw no camouflage | |
| I have no more to say... | |
| Say... isn' t that an elephant fish on the corner over | |
| There look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger | |
| Rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink | |
| Siren skate starling sungazer spoonbill and suckers, | |
| They seem to be everywhere, well it' s a live revue | |
| Random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica... | |
| So long... |