The dragon slips into the water. And the tiger bites
|
its claws. And we'll sing only as angels sing. The
|
floor will clear, we'll walk with eyes fixed forward
|
and fists raised high. The world is our shining oyster
|
and we're its precious pearls. And nothing, no one
|
will stand in our way! Ladies and gentlemen . . . The
|
Golden Age . . .
|
|
-----------------
|
The Golden Age?
|
| The Legendary Pink Dots |
