| Lyrics: | Morph is who a boy you see, he's changing as we speak
from adavan to aleman in twenty-forms a week
A rock at three to feel still the wind at four to fly
POSTED BY BROWNSTEIN:
At TEN (tomorrow) we'll huff a mighty greer, cause troopers comin by.
ON UNCIVILIZED AREA:
At six he'll be in Texas, when Trooper's comin' by
All social situations, he handles like a dream
a chameleon in space and form, in color too it seems.
The ability to NOT BE SEEN, though you SEE him everywhere
POSTED BY BROWNSTEIN:
And Morph has said tomorrow, that you'll see him over there.
ON UNCIVILIZED AREA:
Morph in here tomorrow, and he'll be right over there.
Morph, Morph from dusseldorf, Changing all the time.
And if you stay the same one day, that night will be sublime
Morph, Morph from dusseldorf, no need to drink that wine,
Cause if you wish to break the date with your savvy concubine. |
