Lyrics
catch the butterfly and crush it
see the pretty flower and pluck it
dig the oil well and suck it
find the virgin forest and fuck it
ah-hah, sad to say, ah-hah, it’s the taker way
too many raiders in the tomb
too many powers on the moon
too many gold-diggers tryin to boom
I know: Simon says
the idealogy that chased the Indians on the res
curiosity fed the cat to the crocodile
no pyramids in the belly of the Nile
what’s left of Tutankamen’s piles?
I spies the crocodile’s eyes
I spies the crocodile’s eyes
if we converge don’t mean we gon rise
what’s left when the Buddha’s smile dies
I spies the crocodile’s eyes
it’s not just the eyes it’s the teeth
nobody wanna get underneath, nobody wanna reach
it’s super-duper bleach that we teach
and super-sickly sweet what we reap and eat
and here comes the gang of cameras tryin to steal youre soul
I am the conquistador with the drum roll
but what is it that we stole?
nobody knows, nobody knows
the eyes of the watcher can distort the watch-ed
a songwriter can change the words that Heisenberg said
but what heppens when the microscope lies?
I spies the crocodile’s eyes
the mystery of the missin notes, the missin…
ah, Mingus still screamin bout that, Mingus still screamin
on my record player, Mingus still screamin bout that
in his goodbye pork pie hat, would’ve liked to have fought back
but not everyman get the chance to decide when he’s not gon turn his back
it’s wack, but half the world be tryin to cross the tracks
more wack: the other half’re tryin twice as hard just to cross back
do-do-do-do
white adobe walls, blue Spanish tiles
black African masks, red Thai textiles
what’s left of Mona Lisa’s smiles
I spies the crocodile’s eyes
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