Текст: Cardiacs. Ain't He Messy Though.

What's up with eyes?
What's up with everyones sad leaky
Wet and wincey eyes?
All a-drippin' in time

I gives to prayin' over that he will be
No entertainment for the crowd
When he hangs up

Roll them on, I don't know
Don't try to understand them
Brand them, brand them in the eye

Whats up with eyes?
What's up with everyones sad leaky
Wet and wincey eyes?
How he hangs up

So easy to damage a bee or a
Precious red ruby all dirty
Ain't he messy though