King Crimson - Indoor Games Lyrics
Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staffDusting plastic garlic plantsThey snigger in the draughtWhen you ride through the parlourWearing nothing but your armour-Playing indoor games.One string puppet shows amuseYour sycophantic friendsWho cheer your rancid recipesIn fear they might offend,Whilst you loaf on your sofaSporting falsies and a toga-Playing indoor games, indoor games.Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wifeWho pats her sixty little skinsAnd reinsures your life,Whilst you sulk in your saunacos you lost your jigsaw corner-Playing indoor games, indoor games.Each afternoon you train baboons to singOr swim in purple perspex water wings.Come saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,High bender-trender its all indoor games.No ball bagatelle incitesYour children to conspire,They slide across your frying panAnd fertilize your fire;Still you and jones go madderBroken bones-broken ladder-Hey ho . . .
