Melancholy Clumps
The Residents
Like a message from the dead The raven circles overhead Its shadow seems to softly hold The sickly scent of sour souls And says this ship will be the home Of melancholy clumps of bone
Like a message from the dead The raven circles overhead Its shadow seems to softly hold The sickly scent of sour souls And says this ship will be the home Of melancholy clumps of bone