The sky is black
The night is torn
The moon is a brain carved out of bone
All my relatives stare
Down at the floor
Because I'm buttering a kitchen tile with a vole(?)
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Everybody act like you're having fun
Happy Birthday
It's my Birthday
Yo ho ho and a bottle of children's feet
I've invited a blind Mongolian knife thrower and his one eyed assistant
While a German dwarf plays hopscotch with a dismembered doll
And my children are all crying
\"Why can't you be normal, Dad?\"
I say \"In the forest of mankind, the twisted oak survives the woodcutter's ax\"
That seems to upset them more
So I take a dance with a tawny moor and eat a trifle made of wood
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Remember remember the never of December when the clock strikes 13
Everybody knows it's Happy Birthday
To me.
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