Palmy Days Songtext
von Frank Hermans

I′m six years old
Standing on a stage
My heart full of rage
But looking cool and cold

Girls can clap their hands
Mothers knitting needles
Beware of all the evils
Out there in the wastelands

Exposing hidden fantasies
Of boring religious families
Things they wanna do but don't wanna talk about

Not afraid of any frays
Immersed in a crazy haze
Part of the popinjays
These are my palmy days


Starting slowly with a sob and a cry
Like a bitch in heat they holler why
Dancing like fools, speaking in tongues
Hoppin′ and a boppin' in the cow dungs

My appearance alone sets them aflame
Weeping, kneeling, whispering my name
Eating their clothes and a somersault
Breaking necks an aggravated assault

The madness complete
A sexual undertone
Kept me in the zone
And swept them off their feet

The germs of degeneration
A result of vilification
My decay has begun and I'm ready to flunk out

Not afraid of any frays
Immersed in a crazy haze
Part of the popinjays
These are my palmy days