A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash A ghost girl and a bulldog are whittling myflash In the kitchen of birds sits a wicked child's cat But the unbated vicar of scorched earth knows that And flash is not easy to capture just outright But there if you fight for it - like broads in daylight Say it with angel dust - sprinkle it fat A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash But the unbated vicar of scorched earth knows that