Текст песни Impression Of J Temperance

Hate wide for dog breederIn the town of purportA never seen dog breederThis is the tale of his replica.Name was j. temperanceOnly two did not hate himBecause peasants fear local indifferencePet shop and the vet, cameron.One night vet is called outFrom his overpaid leisureTo temperance household, delivered ran outAnd phoned his wife in terror.The next bit is hard to relate.(there are no read-outs for this part of the track.)The new born thing hard to describeLike a rat that?s been trapped insideA warehouse base, near a city tideBrown sockets, purple eyesAnd fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and coveredNo changeling,As the birth was witnessed.Only one person could do this:Yes said cameronAnd the thing was in theImpression of j. temperance.His hideous replica.Scrutinise the little monsterDisappeared through the doorHis hideous replicaFalkenbach - Impression Of J Temperance - http://ru.motolyrics.com/falkenbach/impression-of-j-temperance-lyrics.html