Sing Harpy Lyrics - Fall

The harpy was the tops 

Whose hair contained some red 

Thin white skeleton 

Just too good in bed. 

He mother from the circus 

Put her on Junior Show Time 

Her father was much worse 

Can't put why in this line 

And in the little village 

She was without malice 

She left the moors behind her 

And the beige heather 

Packed her placky* bag 

With blocks of brown cannabis. 

She took a lousy Wednesday 

Turned it into cold Spring 

She got taller by the minute 

She could sell you anything 

And the morning after 

I was quite astonished 

She gripped me like a hawk 

Her talons were quite famished 

Ascend harpy 

Sing harpy 

Descend harpy 

Give me harpy