La Song

Well we're ruin of fables As we drink ourselves right under the tables Well you need an end to yesterday's papers And tell us that they love us and hate us Cos they're gonna kill us sooner or later Yeah we really ran and ruined the fables Climbing up the tower of La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling Well they meet in the ruin of fables They see inside ourselves and what we are make of Come along and stick on a label We do the dance of the mashed potato Cos they're superfragilistically-anus Goddess of a city of angels La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling La-la, la-la, la-la, gotta get inside feeling