Impression Of J Temperance Lyrics - Fall

Hate wide for dog breeder 

in the town of purport 

A never seen dog breeder 

This is the tale of his replica. 

Name was J. Temperance 

Only two did not hate him 

Because peasants fear local indifference 

Pet shop and the vet, Cameron. 

One night vet is called out 

from his overpaid leisure 

To Temperance household, delivered ran out 

and phoned his wife in terror. 

The next bit is hard to relate. 

The new born thing hard to describe 

Like a rat that's been trapped inside 

A warehouse base, near a city tide 

Brown sockets, purple eyes 

And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered 

No changeling, 

as the birth was witnessed. 

Only one person could do this: 

"Yes" said Cameron 

"and the thing was in the 

impression of J. Temperance." 

His hideous replica. 

Scrutinize the little monster 

Disappeared through the door 

His hideous replica